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The Wagon Train Diaries...5
The Renegade Indian
The Wagon Train Diaries... 5
The Renegade Indian...
Audrey Brooks had to get something off her chest. She wanted the Wagon Master to understand her brother and why she didn’t blame the hangman for killing him.
"My brother is what the doctors back East called damaged."
Alastar Brown looked confused.
"Oh sure, doctors could heal broken legs, pull out bullets, tend to the sick," she continued as she looked away toward the wagons. "But they cannot heal a mind. My brother killed people back East. He was what one doctor called a serial killer."
She nodded somberly. "My sister in law thought if we took the trip West, maybe the change of place could have helped him."
"So now children died because of her stupidity, and the people traveling this train would have been put in harm’s way."
"She wanted to tell you..."
"Alastar!" White Deer called as he raced towards them.
"What is it White Deer?"
He pointed to a renegade Indian approaching on a white horse. The Indian had a message for the Wagon Master.
"I’m wondering why they haven’t attacked, we are only hours away from Dead Crow’s Valley?" whispered the Wagon Master.
"Greetings," said the renegade.
The Wagon Master waved his hand dismissively. "I know your plans," he breathed in an almost conspiratorial way. "And let me tell you that my wagon train will put up a fight. A good fight!"
The renegade Indian smiled a thin, grudging smile. "I am called Water Streams."
"I’m the Wagon Master here," said Alastar Brown.
"Chief Red Scar would like to talk to you," he continued.
"Talk? Why doesn’t he just attack?"
"Meet the chief under the three dead trees a mile from your camp," said the renegade as he turned the white horse and slowly kicked away.
Alastar Brown frowned, somewhat disappointed. What would be the purpose of a charade that merely postponed the inevitable. Unless the key was in the postponing. Does the chief of those renegade Indians have something up his sleeve, or could he not afford another battle?
"That red hooligan is up to no good," whispered the Wagon Master while rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger. "What’s running through that drip’s mind?"
White Deer’s mouth twisted. He didn’t understand the reference. But he understood from the Wagon Master’s tone that it was meant as an insult.
"What do we do?" asked White Deer.
"We meet him," Alastar replied. "Well, you will meet him and take someone with you."
"Take Eric Skye."
The Indian scout looked at Audrey for a moment and then back to the Wagon Master.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, lets take a devil to meet a devil..."
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