They hadn’t traveled many miles when Miles saw the copse of trees ahead. Easing back to let Geer catch up to him, they slowed their pace as they approached the area, Miles finally ordering the man to pull over and hold tight while he checked it out.
Tying his horse to a nearby tree, Miles silently made his way down the slight ridge to the hollow below. He bent over at the waist as the smell of earth and blood hung heavy in the darkened hollow, afraid to go closer, not wanting to know one way or the other.
“Bass,” he croaked raising his head waiting for a reply. “Charlie?”
He saw a flutter of movement from Charlie, nearly every inch he could see of her bloodied, as she reached up to touch Bass’ jaw.
Bass’ eyes flew open and a gun was suddenly
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It’s me. It’s Miles.”
“Miles?”
“Yeah, buddy. Came to save you from your stupid.”
Closing his eyes, Bass’ head tilted down till his lips were touching Charlie’s forehead. “Miles, she’s bad, real bad. We need to get her home.”
Miles eyes fluttered back and forth between the two of them before he gave a sharp nod. Hurriedly climbing to the road he called Greer over with the wagon before tying his horse to the end of it.
“I found them! Get that wagon bed ready. They’re cold and injured.”
Greer didn’t reply. just climbed in the back and began to spread out a few blankets to cushion the bed of the wagon. When Miles appeared carrying Charlie, he helped him place her on the bedding.
“It’s her hand and her thigh. When I bring Bass up, put them under the same blankets. It’s all about body heat until we get them home.”
Miles disappeared again, before half carrying Bass up the hill towards him. Geer bundled them together under the blankets as Miles hopped in the driver’s seat hell bent for home.
With a tired nod at Greer, Bass wrapped a hand around Charlie’s neck. It was the last thing he remembered for a while. XXXXXXXX
When he came to Bass blinked heavily trying to make out the silhouette in the darkening
Taking off the dog tag she was playing with, Miles dropped the chain over her head. “I love you, Charlie,” he whispered, pressing one last kiss against her cheek and handing her up to Duncan.
Kat moved closer to the Wells Fargo Stagecoach to let Abby watch the hostlers hitch the horses. The way station signaled the last stop on their journey. One of the workers grunted as he heaved a large bag over the top railing of the stage.
After the first few times of him offering to listen and Charlie remaining silent, she finally began to open up to him in stuttering bursts, describing to him horrible things that would surely drive anyone mad, until he couldn’t bear to listen any longer. That was when he would attempt to kiss away the pain, letting her take control as she took comfort from his body.
Casey’s face was white with fear. She started wiggling to loosen Matthew’s grip on her neck.
George was sitting in the worn leather chair, sanding a wooden toy train, when Agnes slithered out of the basement drain. He smiled and held up the train. “What do you think?”
“Ouch. My finger!” screamed Isabelle as she looked into the bright blue eyes of her sister. Her short white
Miles sighed, reaching out to wrap his arms around the other man, pulling him close. “You’ve been in pain, Bass. We all know that. But instead of pulling us close, you’ve been pushing us away. We love you. Please let us help you.” he begged.
He caught her in his arms and carried her up to the cabin. Someone opened the door and Lauren half-expected a reality TV crew to greet them. Instead, he laid her on a cot next to the fireplace and covered her with a thick quilt.
“Hush.” Delphi looked at Bart, then stole a glance at Jake. Her stomach flipped. She took
"Howdy! Ralph and Clyde are by the wagon." Jack answered. Sara kicked Joanna and they were off with Sara bouncing up and down in the saddle.
“The Patriots have her, Bass! You gotta get her back! You gotta!” The little boy exclaimed as Bass patted his back, slowly lowering him to the ground, motioning to a clansman standing nearby.
He gasped. The trunk of a plank appeared in his sight as he bended over. It was dull, as dull as grey. Fungi covered the whole surface of the dead souls of the plank. Mice were crawling around the piece of wood as if it was some kind of religious god. The dirt was bleak yet as hard as iron. It was as cold as the spirit of the Sleepy Hollow.
She was on Charlie’s back with her arms wrapped around his neck. “Let’s go hiking tomorrow morning!”
Suddenly, Fleeter heard a voice, and halted. He led Andrin into the nearby trees, away from the voices, and stopped to listen.
Pressing a kiss to her head, Bass pulled out a chair next to her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve invited a friend to have lunch with us today. He’s been with Miles and I since the very beginning.”