Chapter TenLeaving the train station, Nathan carried the bags whilst Melody stopped off at a haberdashery to buy more suitable clothes for her forthcoming trek across the frontier. In less than an hour she emerged, dressed in stout black jacket and brown corduroy pants. A floppy, wide-brimmed hat and red neckerchief completed the outfit.
“The man at the store said we really should buy a gun. Or two.”
Nathan sucked in his lower lip. “Guns? I never thought of that, Miss Melody.”
“Nathan, if we're to be travelling together, I think it's time for you to call me just plain, simple Melody.”
“Wow, well …” He giggled, “Yes, yes that sounds just fine, Miss – I mean, Melody.”
She laughed as his face flushed red. “Nathan, can you fire a gun?”
“Gosh, me? I don't rightly know. I've never had caus
