Disclaimer: I still own zilch.
xXXXx
anonymous review replies:
Me:
Thanks, I'm glad you like it.
evilmunchkin:
I think this is one of the nicest reviews I've ever had. Thanks soo much. Yes, I've been doing a ton of research for this story. But it's really interesting.
mjmjmjake:
Sake you say? Well you'll just have to keep reading to find out! Thanks for reviewing!
xXXXx
Three days of riding and we were almost to Amarillo. And we maintained an easy silence.
"Can we at least talk?" Quinn asked "Nope, not allowed." I say gravely, shaking my head
"Okay, how about this . . . I spy, with my little eye, something . . . brown." Bryan said grinning
"Dirt." Quinn stated "Nope." "Chip." "Nope." "Ace." "Nope." " . . . I give up."
"It's dust!" Bryan said triumphantly "Dust is dirt!" Quinn protested
"It's completely different!" Bryan declared
Quinn sighed and lapsed into silence again. "So where are we meeting Kit and Nate at?" I asked after awhile
"Oh, so now you can talk? We're meeting them at The Longhorn." Quinn replied, shrugging
"The Longhorn?" I ask, trying to sound uninterested "It's a saloon. Kit wrote and said to meet them there, so that's where we're going."
No, no, no, no. I refuse to go to a saloon! Life just loves to laugh at me.
The miles went by quickly, Quinn was silent, Bryan hummed, and I said nothing. Soon we came to Amarillo. A fairly large town, but not quite big enough to be a city, much to rowdy for my taste. We were able to quickly find The Longhorn by following the sound of fighting.
We rode up to see a guy get flung out the door, only to be followed by three more. "And stay out!" called someone from inside. "Don't come back!" called another voice.
Two men came outside, the older wore leather chaps and vest, and had pistols slung low on his hips. The younger looked scuffed up and carried a shotgun.
"Well, look what the dirt devils dragged in." Quinn called out "Kit! Nate! Let's git goin'!"
"Quinn you weren't supposed to be here 'til tomorrow." Kit said striding over to us "Who's yer friend?"
"Ryan." I said, keeping my shoulders curled in slightly, the better to help hide my chest. "Name's Kit, that's Nate." Kit replied easily, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Nate.
"Nice to meet you." I reply "Well, we'll grab our horses, then we can get outta here." Kit said. Going over to a grey gelding and checking the cinch, he mounted. Nate did likewise with his horse, and we rode out of town.
"Sweet ride, Kit. What's his name?" Bryan asked checking out his brother's horse "Prowler." Kit replied "He's five years old, yes I trained him myself, yes he's part mustang, and no you can't ride him." "Damn." Bryan swore "How do you do that?"
"Practice, lots and lots of practice." Kit replied while Nate and Quinn snickered, I shook my head in amusement.
"Let's go! We got 310 miles to ride to get Adam." Quinn declared, turning his horse. "If I hear about that damned schedule of yours, one more time." Bryan growled
"Then it's 980 miles to Darton." Quinn smirked "That's it!" declared Bryan chasing after him. They raced for a few minutes before dropping back to ride with us.
"Hey Kit, we decide somethin'." Quinn said winking at Bryan "Yup!" Bryan agreed "Oh, what would that be?" Kit asked shooting them a look
"You're a bastard." Bryan stated matter-of-factly "What the hell, are you talking about?!" Kit asked rolling his eyes
"Yeah, well," Quinn started "We were talking," continued Bryan "and we decided that you are illegitimate." Quinn finished smirking
" . . . I'm not even going to ask." Kit said shaking his head, then he reached over and smacked a laughing Nate upside the head.
I shook my head at their antics, now there's four of them. It'll be even harder to hide my secret.
xXXXx
A/N: Please review!