Violet turned away, her head low. Rory, having overheard the conversation, poked his head out from around Sitting Bear’s giant chest. He smiled widely. “Don’t feel too bad now, Miss Violet!” he beamed. “T’ain’t the first time we been run outta town before!”
“And it won’t be the last,” Linus finished.
Violet smiled, but barely. “How long till we get to the outpost?” she asked, desperate to change the subject.
“Three days,” said Linus. “Accounting for the weather, of course.”
Violet looked upwards. Through the canopy of trees, she could see gray clouds roll in overhead. A brisk wind caught her hair, and she clutched her arms, shivering slightly. “We gonna ride through the rain?”
“Depends. If it gets bad enough, we’ll find shelter or wait it out.”
A few hours down the road, they finally
