A brand new Western adventure from Paul L. Thompson!
Eight-year-old Sammy Stone and his six-year-old sister, Maggie, carried a small bag of food and a gallon and a half bag of water. The only other thing was the clothes on their backs as they ran in the dead of night.
‘My hand, Maggie. Take my hand.’
‘You know they’ll dang sure whip the living snot out of us if they catch us, Sammy.’
‘If you’ll come on, they won’t catch us. We’ll hide during the day if we have to. This is what Mama wanted us to do. She needs our help. She doesn’t want to die like Papa did with those chains holding her.’
‘Where can two little kids find the help she needs? How long does she have left? She’s very sick now.’
‘Mama said west, go west and find a good white man with a gun and maybe wearing a badge. We’re to tell him the whole story.’
Weeks later, just before dark, they saw a campfire. Maggie asked, ‘What if they take us back?’
‘We won’t tell them where we’re from right away. We have to do this, Maggie. We’ve found nothing to eat for two days. We can’t get too weak so we can’t go on.’
They stumbled into that camp and the man sitting leaned back against his saddle couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing two small children out here in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles from any town.
‘Please, mister, can you spare a tiny bit of food for my little sister? We’re so… I mean, she’s very hungry.’
Shorty grabbed his plate and spooned up the rest of those beans out of that skillet and grabbed a handful of hardtack. ‘Help yore self. Eat mighty slow now er you’ll puke it right back up.’ He sat there watching two starving kids devour every bean.
‘I’m U.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson, and you are?’
Genre: Western
Eight-year-old Sammy Stone and his six-year-old sister, Maggie, carried a small bag of food and a gallon and a half bag of water. The only other thing was the clothes on their backs as they ran in the dead of night.
‘My hand, Maggie. Take my hand.’
‘You know they’ll dang sure whip the living snot out of us if they catch us, Sammy.’
‘If you’ll come on, they won’t catch us. We’ll hide during the day if we have to. This is what Mama wanted us to do. She needs our help. She doesn’t want to die like Papa did with those chains holding her.’
‘Where can two little kids find the help she needs? How long does she have left? She’s very sick now.’
‘Mama said west, go west and find a good white man with a gun and maybe wearing a badge. We’re to tell him the whole story.’
Weeks later, just before dark, they saw a campfire. Maggie asked, ‘What if they take us back?’
‘We won’t tell them where we’re from right away. We have to do this, Maggie. We’ve found nothing to eat for two days. We can’t get too weak so we can’t go on.’
They stumbled into that camp and the man sitting leaned back against his saddle couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing two small children out here in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles from any town.
‘Please, mister, can you spare a tiny bit of food for my little sister? We’re so… I mean, she’s very hungry.’
Shorty grabbed his plate and spooned up the rest of those beans out of that skillet and grabbed a handful of hardtack. ‘Help yore self. Eat mighty slow now er you’ll puke it right back up.’ He sat there watching two starving kids devour every bean.
‘I’m U.S. Marshal Shorty Thompson, and you are?’
Genre: Western
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