A Message in the Field (Ruechari)
A Message in the Field
They all finally made it back to town.
Rue's face formed a frown.
Once again the landscape changed.
The forge and stables rearranged.
The jail was brand spanking new
Billy handed over the reins and you know who.
To Myna who knew just what to do.
"What happened here?"
"The Jail? Billy said.
Tex Mex, I fear."
"Is he...?"
"Dead? Yes.
Though I doubt a soul as black as his
Will find much rest."
Rue, looked around and suddenly shivered
She wasn't use to all these powers just yet
But in the field a message delivered.
"I'm taking SixStar to the stables."
Billy started, "If you want I'd be able..."
She silenced him with a raise of her hand.
As she walked away he wondered would
She'd ever understand.
"Hello?"
"I can't talk right now. I have someplace I need to go."
"Who are you and what happen to Hugh?"
"He got married and moved his forge to Some Where Else.
That was after of course his furnace was about to blow
What actually happened no one knows.
I'm Petra, I got the place for a steal.
I'd love to help you for real
But... look anything you may need.
You can ask, Red Rock Bill."
Rue once again felt another chill.
So, this is the one I need to see.
Let's find out what he wants of me.
Rue nodded she understood.
Petra was relieved and that was good.
"Bill, remember Rosetta is on her way."
Petra needed to find Buck after
Her conversation with Annie today.
Something about Bruce and Buck
Pulling cons
She just knew something was wrong
She feared Buck was led into a trap.
She just had to get him back.
She gathered up some supplies
Food, bandages, whatever seemed wise
Soon she was on her way
Not wishing to further delay.
Red Rock Bill looked Rue in the eye.
"You're the Shaman of the West."
"Yes. How did you guess?"
"I didn't guess. I know, but
here I didn't expect you to show."
"Life is full of surprise.
In the oddest of places one can find allies."
Red Rock Bill nodded.
"Can we talk?"
"Yes, after you stable SixStar
We'll go for a walk."
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