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Carob Bob sat down next to the fire.
It was a beautiful, starry, night on the desert.
In the distance, he could hear the sounds of wolves. He wondered if they were real or manifested by immortals.
He knew Liz and Valentin would be massing the animals, as they headed to Plainsway.
"He should be here soon," Jesse said, as he appeared near the fire.
"How can you be sure?"
"I can feel him."
Jesse no sooner spoke than another figure appeared.
"Well if it ain't Jesse James. As I live and breathe. So to speak."
Jesse walked to the figure and offered his hand.
"William. I have to be honest. I never expected to see you again."
William Quantrill took Jesse's hand.
"Well, I did make an early exit from this world, Jesse. Not of my own choice of course. Damn Union Army."
He walked toward Bob.
"And who might this be?"
Bob stood and shook his hand.
"Carob Bob is my name. You can call me Bob."
Quantrill nodded.
"I believe I will, Bob. It is a pleasure to meet you."
He turned back to Jesse.
"So, my old friend. Why have you called me from my eternal sleep?"
"You have heard of Reaper?"
Quantrill nodded.
"Of course. But why are you interested in that scoundrel and what would he possibly have to do with me?"
Carob Bob spoke.
"He has my daughter."
"I do feel for you, Bob, but again I ask. What does that have to do with me? I have no dealings with Reaper."
"Bob's daughter is very special. She has the power of the totem. Reaper is after her or has her. We are not sure, but either way, if he gets her ..."
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