Entering Bayfield I hitched Junior up and set myself against a building pulling out a small journal, writing down my thoughts.
One mistake almost led to the end of Shea. As annoying as she can be, I'd rather do it myself, blaming us for what happened when it wasn't really anyone's fault, after saving Shea's ass from swinging I thought I'd be back at camp enjoying some snarky comments from her, but I have come with the intentions of getting a letter from someone in town.
May 13, 1866.
I sat up and put my journal into my satchel before swinging up on to Junior when I heard a familiar voice say my name.
"Amber, I am truly sorry for making you wait, I was just so caught up in my chores I almost forgot so I-." I spoke up, cutting her off.
"Ida it's fine I barely was even here 15 minutes; do you have the letter?" She gave me a quick nod before handing it to me.
"Don't forget this either, tell Archie to take good care of it." She handed me a small blue box with a gold ribbon on it.
"As you wish, I also have this for you, Ida." I handed her a letter with a small heart on it to her.
"Is it from Archie?" I saw the excitement in her eyes, the poor girl sends him a letter about every week, and he returns a letter almost once a month.
"I don't really know anyone else who would have a letter for you, same time next week?" She grabbed the letter quickly out of my hand.
"Never a doubt." she said, walking away in her silky green dress.
I rode Junior down the dirt road, then off on a small trail leading up a cliff side. On the top sat a couple wagons and tents with a fresh campfire, I climbed off Junior taking his saddle off and brushing him, finishing off with a small treat leaving him to graze with Sybil and Patricia.
I carried the saddle over to a small tent with a hammock hanging just off the ground and a chair right outside.I sat on the chair cleaning the saddle before laying it beside the tent, I walked over to the fire that was still burning and sat on a box by it, fiddling with the silver ring on my left hand before someone sat beside me.
"Having second thoughts already?" I turned my head.
"Of course not, what makes you think that?"
"Oh, I just like picking on you, do you have that letter?"
"Maybe, why do you ask?" I tilted my head. "You need to reply to her letters more than once every four letters or more, do you even like her or do you just put up with her?"
He put his hands on his lap. "It's not that I don't like her, I just don't know what to say, I mean her family is so wealthy and I'm just some poor country boy with nothing ahead of him."
I put my hand on his. "Her family may not accept you, but we always will and if she decides she'd rather be with you then have a wealthy life, she's always welcome here." I gave him the letter and small blue box with a gold ribbon.
"Don't forget to send her a letter as soon as you can." I patted the top of his head walking back to the tent, I pulled the small cloth from the bottom of my braid letting my hair loose, before taking Junior's saddle back over to the hay.
I walked over near the edge of the mountain sitting on a rock, taking the knife from my holster and an Arkansas stone from my satchel sharpening the knife. I looked up only to be met with a pair of green eyes, I smiled up at him as he walked behind me towering over me. "Joseph, what has Thomas got you up to?" He rolled his eyes.
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Honors And Redemptions Of The Outlaw
AventuraThe early 1800s was the time of the Outlaws and Cowboys, but when a band of thieves dig themselves deeper into their graves trying to help folk who need it, will they Redeem themselves from all the death they caused and all the money they stole, or...