Blogtober 2020 Day 23 Entry
Their flight from the hangman’s noose took them west across southern Kansas. They stayed on the main road, doing their best to be seen in the few small towns they passed through.
Once they reached Winfield, they found a livery stable and a general store. Phin and Murphy each spent $30 on a horse and $50 on a saddle to equip themselves. They also purchased clean clothes, making sure their outfits were expensive and distinctive.
Once they were on the open road again, two of the braves left their party and headed northwest toward the Arkansas River. Phin, Murphy, Storm, and the other Osage, called Black Oak, rode north of the Chickaskia River into the open plains.
The land was void of people—except themselves—yet teeming with wildlife. Herds of deer and antelopes flowed along through the grasslands, and small herds of bison were visible in the distance. The weather remained pleasant, and each time they camped, they made little effort to hide the evidence of their fire when then left.
“Do you think they’re on our trail yet?” Phin asked.
“We did everything in Winfield except carve our names on the wall of the store,” Murphy said. “The owner will be sure to remember us, especially the state we were in when we arrived.”
“Do you think this will work?” Phin said.
“You and me are dead if it doesn’t,” Murphy replied. “But Storm thinks it will, and I trust him.”
“Good enough for me,” Phin declared.
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