Traveler trilogy Book 2, updates every Friday!
Five years after killing Levi Cornwall, Arthur Morgan is happy. He has a wife who loves him, an honest job he enjoys, and two beautiful children named Sadie and Hiram. All of it is turned on its head, h...
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Jenny lay on her back in a vast, green field. The sun was warm on her face, but it did nothing to warm her soul. Her skin might be baking on the outside, but inside, her heart was as hard and blue as ice, chilling her from the inside out. It took all her strength these days just to remind herself to eat food and drink water. Sleep did not come easy, and she spent as little time in camp as possible.
She'd been over to Catherine Braithwaite's manor house a few times over the past week looking for work. So far, all she had done was accompany the woman on a couple of "business" meetings as a hired gun, but there was just one problem. The work wasn't violent enough for her.
In addition to her icy soul, Jenny was also filled with rage these days. It was an anger that made her want to fly around like a tornado and rip up everything in her path, starting with ripping Micah Bell's head from his body.
In all her life, Jenny had never hated someone so much. Not even her father, whose hands had created the ugly scars on her back that would never go away. Scars she hated looking at so much that she never really looked at her body when she bathed or changed clothes. Ugly, raised chasms of marred flesh that would never be as smooth and perfect as the rest of her skin. Still, Jenny hated Micah more than them.
She saw him in her dreams, felt his nasty fingers on her skin every time it rained. Constantly looked over her shoulder with her finger on the trigger every time she had guard duty. And every time it was her turn to guard the camp at night or in the rain, she swapped shifts with Lenny.
Lenny had noticed something was wrong with her. She could see the concern in his deep, brown eyes every time he spoke to her. He wanted her to tell him what was wrong, and he had noticed that she'd been pulling away from their friendship ever since Blackwater. He knew she'd been in love with Mac all along and that her heart could never love him the way he wanted her to, but he said nothing.
Still, at least his affection for her was good for something. He never refused to swap guard shifts with her, although she knew he secretly questioned why each time she asked. Lenny, of all people, seemed to know something inside her soul was rotten these days. Lenny knew she suffered in silence, and it ashamed her that she could not tell him why.
In fact, avoiding Lenny was one of the reasons Jenny lay in this field by herself, with her back in the tall, green grass and the endless blue sky, dotted with wispy, white clouds above her. Moondancer grazed lazily nearby as well; she could hear the metal bit in his mouth clinking against his teeth as he tore off chunks of grass and chewed them up to swallow.
Then, almost like a hallucination, Jenny heard a buzzing. Thinking it was a rattlesnake somewhere nearby, she sat up. Her head peeked above the grass just in time for her to realize the noise was no snake.
It was a hummingbird, glittering as green as an emerald jewel in the bright sunlight. She gathered that the tiny creature was a female based on the absence of a ruby-red collar around her throat, but it was still a beautiful, innocent-looking thing that cocked its head curiously as it hovered in midair, beating its wings furiously to stay aloft.
