Where were you on your way to MAM?" Adam asked
Margaret thought, should she tell this stranger about her plans. He
seemed harmless but sometimes the nicest looking people turned out to be
the nuttiest.
"West,"
Adam looked at her confused; this girl was definitely not from around
here. She was stuck in the middle of the desert alone and she wasn't
accepting his help, which he could see she desperately needed.
"Ok Miss, Well I'll take you in to town." He said then quickly added in
a slightly sarcastic tone "If that's ok with you of course."
Margaret caught the sarcasm in his voice. She felt bad maybe this man
was just trying to help.
"Of course it is," She smiled brightly
Adam looked around the coach
"Where is the man who drove this stage?"
This was the first time Margaret gave the old stage driver a thought.
" I'm not quite sure, perhaps he went of to get help."
" Maybe," Adam mumbled as he started to walk around the coach.
Margaret quickly followed; as she rounded the corner of the coach she
screamed an ear-shattering scream.
Trapped under the wheel was the lifeless body of the stage driver. Adam raced over to check on the man. " He's dead," He said solemnly as he dropped his wrist. Margaret was frozen; she had never seen such a horrible sight in all her life. The old mans face was pasty and frozen in his last thoughts, but the worst thing was that his eyes were wide open and seemed to be staring right at Margaret. This was too much for her she turned around and suddenly felt sick.
As Margaret struggled to keep her last meal down, Adam struggled to pull the man out from the wheel. He carefully warped the body with a blanket and tied the corpse to his horse; the blanket wasn't long enough to completely cover the mans body so his legs dangled out. It was the best Adam could do, the most he could in respect for this dead man. Margaret had managed not to throw up, but as she looked to where Adam was and saw the poor mans feet sticking out the nausea quickly came back. " Can't you cover him any better," She called over to Adam. " If you want to try go right ahead," He called back a little feed up with her. Margaret gave him a glare, How could he be so nonchalant about this, a man was dead! " This horse will never be able to carry all of us," said Adam "wait here while I go look for one of the horses that ran." With that, he walked back to the dirt road and up a steep slope. Margaret watched him until he disappeared behind a hill. Adam seemed like a very nice genteel man even though she had been a little difficult and it certainly didn't hurt that he was extremely good looking. "No Margaret," she softly reprimanded her self. "You did not come here to find the company of a man." She stood on her tiptoes to see if he was coming back. What if he decided to leave here and never return she then looked over and remembered his horse was still there. Surely, no man would leave their horse if they were not planning on returning. So Margaret gingerly moved toward the Stage and sat not one of the wheels to await his return.
Trapped under the wheel was the lifeless body of the stage driver. Adam raced over to check on the man. " He's dead," He said solemnly as he dropped his wrist. Margaret was frozen; she had never seen such a horrible sight in all her life. The old mans face was pasty and frozen in his last thoughts, but the worst thing was that his eyes were wide open and seemed to be staring right at Margaret. This was too much for her she turned around and suddenly felt sick.
As Margaret struggled to keep her last meal down, Adam struggled to pull the man out from the wheel. He carefully warped the body with a blanket and tied the corpse to his horse; the blanket wasn't long enough to completely cover the mans body so his legs dangled out. It was the best Adam could do, the most he could in respect for this dead man. Margaret had managed not to throw up, but as she looked to where Adam was and saw the poor mans feet sticking out the nausea quickly came back. " Can't you cover him any better," She called over to Adam. " If you want to try go right ahead," He called back a little feed up with her. Margaret gave him a glare, How could he be so nonchalant about this, a man was dead! " This horse will never be able to carry all of us," said Adam "wait here while I go look for one of the horses that ran." With that, he walked back to the dirt road and up a steep slope. Margaret watched him until he disappeared behind a hill. Adam seemed like a very nice genteel man even though she had been a little difficult and it certainly didn't hurt that he was extremely good looking. "No Margaret," she softly reprimanded her self. "You did not come here to find the company of a man." She stood on her tiptoes to see if he was coming back. What if he decided to leave here and never return she then looked over and remembered his horse was still there. Surely, no man would leave their horse if they were not planning on returning. So Margaret gingerly moved toward the Stage and sat not one of the wheels to await his return.