Honors And Redemptions Of The Outlaw

Chapter 6: A Rock or a Stone

We stopped by Junior before I turned to Ghale. "Close your eyes." He nodded, closing his eyes and putting his hand over his face. I grabbed his hand leading him past Junior over to Jameson and Neal, placing his hand on the horse muzzle. "You can open your eyes." He moved his hand away from his face looking at the horse his face lit up. "Whose horse is this?" He asked, pulling an apple from a bag on the ground. "His name is Neal and he's yours."

He fed Neal the apple looking at me. "Really?" He almost whispered. "Really." I whispered back to him; he patted Neal earning a snort from him. "He's a little stubborn, but you're a patient kid." He ran up to me and hugged me, looking over at Jameson he smiled at me and Ghale. "Alright that's enough, I ain't the only one who got you that horse."

He turned to look at Jameson before speaking. "Thank you, Jameson." He smiled. "It was about time you got your own horse, the least I can do for your father." Jameson added while brushing River. "You gonna stay with Neal for a little while?" Ghale looked back at me from the horse. "If it's alright with you." I nodded, walking towards a wagon where Henry, Shea and Elizabeth were.

"I see you three are having fun." Shea rolled her eyes, carrying a crate over. "How do you put up with her? She's got more temper than a stick of dynamite." I laughed at his words. "It's all about Balance, she starts talking and I stop listening." Henry chuckled at my words. "You may just be why the middle finger was invented." Shea added, walking past me to retrieve another crate. "Possibly, for Otis would be more accurate though." Henry shrugged as Elizabeth walked by. "You're probably right." Henry said, lighting a cigarette.

Shea placed another crate down and looked at me. "You're about as useful as a fork when eating soup, get your ass up and help." I grinned at her walking over to the wagon with her. "Fine, it was fun while it lasted." I hopped on the wagon, sliding two crates to the back. "When do you plan on heading into town?" I hopped down from the wagon before looking towards Shea. "After camps set up, why?"

We grabbed the crates walking over to a spot. "Sounds good." I placed the crate down as she placed her crate beside it. "So, you're just inviting yourself then?" She looked at me. "That sounds about right, I'll need someone to protect me if I get myself in trouble anyways." I laughed at her respawns, crouching down next to my crate. I removed the cloth from on top of the crate, placing it crossed two lines I tied up and a tree branch. Reaching into the crate I removed my hammock tying it to the tree branch, placing my belongings inside the tent I had just made. I walked out of the tent standing and admiring for a moment before I turned walking over to a couple of chopped logs.

I grabbed them, placing them, making a tent shape before adding some dried tree needles underneath them. I grabbed a few rocks from around camp making a circle around it, grabbing a match from my satchel. I slid it across the bottom of my boot, placing the match right in the tree needles. The small flame form slowly growing as it burned the needles catching the pieces of wood on fire, dragging a box from one of the wagons over. I sat and opened my journal.

The new camp is nice, a new town to explore and get us in trouble, especially for Shea. Ghale seems happier than ever with Neal, I haven't seen that boy smile in a while, and it was nice to see him so happy. Everyone else seems as though this town is gonna be fun to explore, Penny mentioned new candies I have never had, and Archie mentioned a store with only clothes in it. Brandy looks like he is enjoying himself as well, with all these trees he and Eliza will have an entire town of stick tents.

May 18, 1866

I closed my journal looking at the fire, hearing a few voices over by a wagon. Looking over I saw Jameson and Elizabeth sitting on the wagon, she was talking while Jameson sat listening to her an unwavering gaze on her.