Long, Dry Spell - Interlude

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Long, Dry Spell - Interlude

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After the Bayou Vermilion attack, things pass peacefully for about two weeks. The land becomes drier and water sources fewer and farther
between. On the sixteenth day of the drive, the herd hits a region of desert. Fortunately, the herd is on the trail before the summer
heat, so it’s not the blast furnace it will be in the next couple of months. Still, it looks to be an unpleasant ride.....

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In a Desert
Afternoon
Round 0

Hope slouched atop Devil Eyes as they rode across the hard, dusty ground, the sun beating down on them. She took a drink from her canteen and wished to pour a bit of the water out over her head, but knew that would be wasteful. Her fair skin was proving to be her bane in this desert as it reddened and burned easily, painfully. At least it was too hot for the cows to bother even thinking of doing more than just plodding along.

Hope pulled out the small Bible she carried, opening it to a page that held a small, pressed wildflower. She touched it carefully, her thoughts going back.

Hope had been a rambunctious, strong-willed child, often rebelling against her strict father. She had bloomed early and reveled in the attention that boys paid her, earning an occasional beating from her father for being too loose with her favors.

Davey had been the first to truly catch her eye, however. Hope had never been far from her home, but Davey was from Chicago. He came through her small town selling Bibles. Her father put him up in a room in the parsonage with them, across the hall from Hope.

Davey was older, handsome, charming. Everyone was smitten with him, including Hope. He traveled, and had all sorts of stories. He had a magnificent singing voice, and played guitar. He’d given her this flower the first time he’d kissed her after choir practice in the choir loft at church. Kissed her, touched her, whispered how much he loved her, how beautiful she was, sweet promises, made her feel warm, her body tingling strangely. She’d never felt that way before. She would have done anything for him then.

And she did. It had been awkward, and painful, that first time in the choir loft of the church. Afterward he surprised her by lighting a cigarette and watching her as she pulled her dress back on. Smoking was a sin. But then, she supposed, so was what they had just done.

Hope snapped the Bible closed and shook herself from her reverie. She gave Devil Eyes a whistle and they peeled off to rustle back a cow that had wandered off. The past was better left in the past. Now was the time to focus on a new future.
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Archibald kept up with his journal, recording the progress of the cattle drive. It was difficult to know for sure how far they'd traveled, but rough estimates and even rougher calculations gave a decent approximation. He also noted down and drew sketches of notable landmarks, if anything it would help them retrace their steps if the need arose. He had also written a letter, one that he intended to send when they reached a town with a half-decent and trustworthy postal service.

Other than his journal and riding the 'drag' position behind the herd, he found himself keeping an eye out for Abby's welfare. Since the duel in Sutler's Flats he had found himself becoming more concerned for her well being, even more so since saving her life (or at least from being trampled upon by panicking horses). He wasn't sure who was more surprised when he managed to strike up conversation with her, after he'd remarked the landscape's similarity to Africa which drew her attention like a moth to a flame.

She had listened with wonder as he first told of faraway Africa, then of his life in England. In return he had learnt a little of the girl's life, confirming one or two conclusions he had drawn. Archibald, in turn, confessed that he hoped to return to England after his posting in Canada and of his desire to travel to California to see the Great Maze. He also told the girl of a more fanciable l desire to perhaps one day visit India, the Orient or even the Australian colonies.

Whilst he was genuinely interested in visiting all those places, his heart yearned to return to the green and pleasant land of his birth. Perhaps even settle down and raise a family if he met the right woman, though he did wonder whether the young Miss Morton was interested in his stories or perhaps even in him. At night, when they'd stopped to rest, he did ponder how best to broach the matter with the more knowledgeable members of the party.
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Jack had a lot to think about after the attack. Never before had he imagined that he would be fighting things that were just fairy tales to scare kids. The events of that day have totaly shaken his world and his outlook on life.

Before coming on this drive, life was simple...well simple enough that he knew how to handle it...sort of...except for those jealous husbands. Anyways, he could handle those events. Now, he had been introduced to far reaching realities. Other than those things that walk after death, there are others with powers. He remembers handing Hope an umbrella and noticed the water bouncing away from her without hitting her. Things that were just unbelievable just last year are now becoming pure reality.

While the drive had mostly quieted down, Jack busied himself with cleaning all the hands weapons and going over all the weapons recovered from the dead. The dead. They died a seond time easily enough but, can I modify a weapon to do even more damage to the dead? Jack thought about that long and hard as they traveled, could he modify one of the weapons for special use against the dead? He would first have to get more information about them and what has or hasn't been successful before.

At night, when not on watch, Jack would smoke his pipe and make sketches on a pad. Thinking of different configurations that could be made to a weapon and what coudl be done to make them a bit more powerful. Time to make conversation with John and Hope, they seem to be the two most knowledgeable ones about this subject and the thinkgs out here. Tomorrow I will ride with John and pick his brain for all information he has then the next day I will ride with Hope and get as much information from her as possible.

The plan started forming in his mind and he was determined to make something of great use.
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Re: Long, Dry Spell - Interlude

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John helped keep the cattle in line as they travelled, but he spent the time considering what had happened. They had been very lucky against the Bayou Vermillion ambush. If it hadn't been for luck and being able to ambush the ambushers, the herd would either have been lost on the plains or in the hands of their enemy.

It wasn't the first time he'd fought against them, though last time, it had been a bloody stalemate in a raid on one of their rail spurs. Didn't achieve much except for bloodying everyone's noses.

The way his luck was running, he was going to keep running into things which most of the people here would have dismissed as tall tales spoken over a campfire and several shots of bourbon. Admittedly, he'd run into or heard stories about things, but at some point, they were going to run into something he knew nothing about. It wasn't as if he'd set out to know about this stuff.

He played his harmonica to help him think.

The people on the drive knew very little, but if they actually passed something that resembled civilisation, he got chat to a few people, get a lay of the land and the legends.

he rode up to the front

"Mr Sutter, permission to scout ahead and find watering holes for the cattle."
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