Montana 1891
Maggie sat on the wagon and looked across the
plains. They were out in the open with no cover for what appeared to be
miles around. Billy jumped down from the buckboard and took a few steps
away before he stretched. It was a long ride and he was tired.
"This doesn't feel right," Maggie stated. She made sure that her katana was close at hand.
"Well, he said he was going to meet us here," Billy said. He scanned the horizon as well. He kicked at the red-painted rock.
Maggie
had an uneasy feeling in her stomach; she knew that there was trouble
brewing. And whenever she got this feeling, it was more than likely to
come true.
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