Chapter 17
Rock Creek, Nebraska
June 1872
The tension in Rock Creek thickened as Captain Monroe's presence loomed over the town like an ominous cloud. Kid, ever vigilant, greeted the captain with a nod that betrayed none of the unease stirring beneath the surface.
"Captain Monroe," Kid acknowledged.
"Marshal," Monroe replied, his tone heavy with an air of authority that set Kid's teeth on edge.
"What brings you to Rock Creek?" Kid inquired.
"I'm just here to make sure all the Indians get to their respected places," Monroe explained, his smile devoid of warmth as he surveyed the town with a critical eye. "Peacefully,"
He knew all too well the captain's true intentions, his ruthless methods of dealing with those he deemed unworthy of existence. But Kid held his tongue, his jaw clenched with suppressed anger as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of Monroe's thinly veiled threats.
"I don't want any trouble here," Kid asserted, his voice a low growl that reverberated with unspoken warning.
"Well, son, as long as you stay out of my way and keep to the town's business, I don't suspect you'll have any," Monroe replied, his tone dripping with condescension.
Kid's jaw tightened as he watched Monroe's retreating figure, his mind racing with thoughts of defiance and resistance. He knew that the captain's presence in Rock Creek spelled trouble. But for now, Kid would bide his time, waiting for the opportune moment to stand up to Monroe. The battle for justice had only just begun, and Kid had no plans on backing down.