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Writer's pictureMark Sanders

Chapter 25: Tower

Blogtober 2020 Day 25 Entry

The westward road led them into a crossroads six-building village called Sun City, where Phin and Murphy purchased supplies from the grocery and asked where the northbound road led. Meadow’s plan required them to act both desperate and stupid, qualities Phin objected to, but which Murphy pointed out were necessary.

Storm and Black Oak pulled their hats low to shade their faces and kept on the outskirts of town, visible but not clearly identifiable. The boys emerged, secured the food to their saddles, and followed their comrades north.

They rode through the wide, flat plains of Kansas, their view from atop their horses the equivalent of a watch tower, a panoramic vista extending to an infinite horizon in every direction. They stopped for lunch at midday, supper at twilight, leaving evidence behind at each camp to appear as a clumsy but failed attempt to cover their tracks.

As they lay in their bedrolls and looked up at the night sky, streaks of light flashed above in groups of two and three, racing in rapid succession.

“Make a wish,” Phin said.

“We’re already wishing for the same thing,” Murphy said.

“Why do you say that?” Storm asked.

“When you see a shooting star, you make a wish,” Phin said. “It’s a way of hoping that something you want will come true.”

“What are they to you?” Murphy asked.

“Hunters in the sky,” Storm said, “shooting flaming arrows. It’s a good omen before a battle.”

“I like that idea better,” Phin said.

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