Chapter Thirty-ThreeThey rode at a steady pace, making good time. The day, cold and sharp, was in their favour and the trail ran like an arrow across the prairie, the sunlight reflecting from its hard-packed surface. Simms, straight in the saddle, senses alert, remained silent whilst White Dove cantered by his side, her eyes roaming the distant horizon. Both were aware of the dangers lurking all around them. Raiding parties were becoming more frequent as of late; Deep Water warned them to be forever watchful. Approaching Glory, the cluster of buildings appearing grey and gloomy, both sighed with relief. On reaching Main Street, they exchanged a smile.
People bustled through the narrow street, some stopping to tilt their hats as Simms reined in his horse, whilst others frowned with barely
