Blogtober 2020 Day 26 Entry
Murphy slept fitfully, waking up time and time again with a jolt, scanning the landscape for any sign of the lawmen. Upon his last awakening, as the first pale, pink hints of dawn lightened the eastern sky, he saw it, a flame in the distance that looked like a small candle in a vast, dark room.
He woke the others and pointed out the fire in the distance. “Is it them, or could it be Pawnee?” he asked.
“They would dig a fire pit to prevent being seen,” Storm replied. “We should assume it is the men who took you. Today will be the day, then.”
They gathered their things after dawn and dressed for the day as they had planned. They mounted their horses and continued their trek north.
“Stay on this road,” Storm said. “The others will be waiting for you at the bridge. You both know what to do?”
“Yes,” Murphy said. “We’ll be ready.”
“We’ll see you at home in a few days,” Phin said. “Thank you. For everything.”
“You are good boys,” Storm said. “I look forward to watching you become good men. Now go.”
Phin and Murphy snapped the reins on their horses and drove them forward at a gallop. As flat as the land was, they rode for a while until their friends were no longer in sight behind them. They didn’t stop except to allow their horses to drink, and they reached the bridge before mid-afternoon, where their Osage friends awaited them.
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