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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Jenny's head throbbed painfully, even in sleep. All of the next day following the oilfield raid, she remained trapped in her damaged, tortured mind, alternating between tears and a kind of shocked silence, where she simply sat there and allowed Abigail to feed her some bits of jerky and a few sips of water.
She was a prisoner in her own mind, unable to get up or react, even as Abigail bustled about packing Jack's, John's, and her own things into pack saddles for a speedy retreat. Numbly, Jenny barely noticed as Abigail and Uncle had a rushed, emotional conversation before Uncle embraced her, got on his horse, and rode away from camp for the last time.
She did nothing except lay down and cry some more when she watched Pearson do the same thing not long after. In fact, she didn't really do much of anything until something woke her early in the morning the second day after Eagle Flies' death.
It was still dark outside, but all the campfires had long since burned into embers, and all she could see were dark shapes of tents against the pale starlight and the blue-steel coldness of the impending dawn.
At first, Jenny wasn't sure what had awakened her, but it soon became apparent when one of the dark shapes nearby stepped on a stick and cursed under her breath angrily.
"Shit," Jenny heard Mary-Beth whisper into the darkness.
Jenny sat up, and her eyes locked with Mary Beth's. Mary-Beth seemed to be trying to get something from the tent Jenny was currently lying in, which was the girls' tent, right next to a sleeping Tilly.
"What are you doing?" Jenny murmured weakly, her head pounding from the place she'd hit it in the raid. The bizarreness of the situation was what kept her aware enough to speak.
Mary Beth whispered quietly to her, "Staying alive." Even in the darkness, Jenny could see her wide, blue eyes as they shone with sadness and tears of her own. Her hands took Jenny's and squeezed them tightly. "Come with me. You'll die if you stay here."
"Dying is what I want," said Jenny sadly. "I got nothing to live for."
Mary Beth's hand squeezed hers once more. "Then at least ride with me to Annesburg to catch a stagecoach to Valentine. I could use the protection since the Murfrees are still about."
Jenny considered the proposal, but as she sat up, she caught sight of Micah, lurking near the burned-out remains of the main campfire. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but it wasn't sleeping. It was almost like he was getting ready for something. Regardless, he hadn't seen that she or Mary-Beth was awake, although seeing him brought her the first mental clarity she'd had since losing Eagle Flies. For a moment, Jenny almost felt like herself.
"I'll go with you to the edge of camp," she whispered back. "But I can't leave with you. I've got some stuff I gotta take care of before I go."
Mary-Beth smiled sadly. "I know. Arthur said the same thing. C'mon. We don't want to wake Tilly or Sadie up."
