Blogtober 2020 Day 28 Entry
Black Oak turned back in his saddle to see whether the marshal's wagon had closed the distance between them. The cloud of dust looked bigger, so he tapped his horse with his heels to go faster.
“Easy,” Storm said. “We don’t want to get too far ahead.”
“I cannot understand how white men hunt,” Black Oak said. “They are louder than a flock of jaybirds.”
“They have guns,” Storm said.
“If they did not have guns, they would starve, and we would drive them back across the Great Waters,” Black Oak.
“The time for that is long past,” Storm said. “We can no longer fight like the wolf, so we will live like the fox, by our guile and wits.”
“I look like a fool in these clothes,” Black Oak said. Being the taller of the two, he wore Phin’s red shirt and black vest.
“Sometimes we blend in, like the deer in the woods,” Storm said. “Other times, we stand out like a redbird.”
“You look more like a bluebird,” Black Oak said, laughing. Storm, only slightly bigger than Murphy, wore his blue plaid shirt.
The lawmen couldn’t realize that they were being led on the chase instead of pursuing, and the Osage kept the distance as they needed it. The unmistakable outcropping of Pawnee Rock grew taller as their approach brought them closer.
The sun was level with their shoulders when the bridge across the Arkansas River came into view. Phin and Murphy awaited them, torches in hand.
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