Traveler trilogy Book 2.
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, however, when Francis S...
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Thankfully, after her bitter words, Charles left Jenny alone. Her belly full of food and her energy beginning to tick up, she made her way back to Moondancer and swung up onto his back. Best to be ready when Eagle Flies and his boys rode up.
As she tried her best to ignore what sounded like bickering between Arthur, Dutch, and Micah, Jenny reached into her satchel for a cigarette. Might as well have a smoke while she waited. As she did so, her eyes caught sight of the antler ring, still on her left ring finger where Arthur had placed it the day he'd given it to her.
Jenny had not considered the ring for a while. It was a small, brown, insignificant thing, but it was full of so much hope. She looked up at Arthur, who was still arguing with Micah, and hung her head. He looked so sad and weak and powerless, just like the way she felt on the inside, but his wife's wedding ring on her finger was proof there was hope for him. He'd beaten his illness and come out stronger on the other side.
Might such hope exist for Jenny?
She didn't have time to dwell on this thought. In the distance behind her, she could hear the thundering of dozens of galloping horse hooves. It had to be Eagle Flies, and it had to be time. Jenny twirled the ring around her finger a few times and took a deep breath. Now was the time, and she could feel her nerves beginning to flare up.
Like a raging flash flood, the group of Wapiti warriors, all painted up and ready for battle, swept into the camp. Jenny fell in dutifully with them, positioning herself at the front of the pack to Eagle Flies' left, since Paytah had already occupied the right.
"Mr. Morgan! Mr. Van Der Linde! Charles!" Eagle Flies shouted. His pony danced under him as he rode back and forth in front of the frenzy of warriors as they hauled hard on their ponies' bridles as well. Some of the ponies braked so hard they nearly sat down on their rears, their small, hard hooves skidding on the smooth rocks beneath them.
"They tried to kill my people for oil! For oil!" Eagles Flies continued, riding right up to Dutch's tent where Jenny could see Arthur, Micah, and others still gathered.
She had never seen his war paint before. It actually looked similar to hers, with the top half of his face painted red and dots painted all over his shoulders. Unlike Jenny, however, the bottom half of his face was unpainted, and the dots on his shoulders were white instead of yellow.
On his face was the familiar look of rage Jenny knew all too well. Only today, instead of simply rolling over and taking the abuse, they would do something about it. They would fight back, and their rage would become a fiery sword to slay their enemies. Either that, or it would get them all killed. Truthfully, Jenny was fine with either outcome.
It seemed Eagle Flies was too. His brown eyes shone like tiny chips of fire, and his strong jaw was set firmly in his face. Today, his anger would be quenched. Today, he would be whole.
"Today we ride once more!" Eagle Flies crowed, continuing his excited pacing on his horse. "Ride with me; ride with us! Ride with us against the factory!"
