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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Hey guys! Sorry this is a few days late but Holy Hell it's a long chapter (12 pages on Google Docs) which is part of the reason it took two weeks to write and then all weekend to edit. I hope it lives up to all the time spent on it lol. And trust me, I'm trying to keep things brief. PBD was WAAAAAYYYYY too long and I'm trying to avoid writing another novel that's the same length as one written by George R. R. Martin. There's just too much to say, though! Idk how to feel about the length of this story so far, but I guess it's good. Idk. Would you like shorter chapters if I can manage it? Let me know.
~Alex
A few mornings after the party at the mayor's house, Jenny came back from a hunting trip to find Arthur saddling his horse. Across Moondancer's rump, she carried the carcass of a young buck, whose velveted antlers forked into only four points. Strapped to her saddle were two fat turkeys, perfect for a stew.
"Not going hunting are you, Arthur?" she asked with a smile as she tied her horse next to his at the hitching post and busied herself with undoing the turkeys from the saddle.
"No," he replied. "Going out to Citadel Rock, actually."
She paused. Citadel Rock was all the way out in the Heartlands, almost to Valentine. Why on Earth would he go back there?
Before she could open her mouth to ask the question, he saw the odd look on her face and sighed. "Remember them Indians from the party? I ran into them a couple of days ago when I went to the police station lookin' for bounties. Seems they got some papers they need me to steal from the oil refinery out there, and they're gonna pay me real good for it. I'm gettin' ready to ride out there."
Jenny's eyes narrowed and she slung the turkeys over her shoulder by their legs. "And you weren't planning on telling me about this? You never thought that maybe I'd like to come along?"
He finished tightening Dakota's girth and sighed. "I was gonna tell you after I got back. I knew you'd want to come, but they need a white man to do this for them, and you look too Indian."
"I look too Indian because I am Indian," she muttered peevishly. "Did you at least catch their names?"
She hadn't stopped thinking about the two Indians since the party. Their faces haunted her for some reason she couldn't quite place her finger on, and something inside her ached to know them better. They were a connection to her origins in a way that Charles wasn't. They lived the old ways, and there was much she wanted to learn from them; things her mother had never been able to teach her about the Plains Indians and their way of life.
"Rains Fall is the older one and his son is called Eagle Flies," Arthur answered simply. "And now that you know, I guess I can't stop you from coming. I'm just not sure how much you can help me this time." His eyes lingered on the braid she wore in her hair, as well as the eagle feather tied into it. "The idea is not to implicate the Indians in this."
