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Paulβs head was spinning. Erik hadnβt given him time to analyze the situation, but he didnβt want to risk another of those neck squeezes, so he turned and jogged toward the trees.
Before he reached the tree line, Erik yelled, βWait.β
Paul stopped, but he didnβt turn around. βYou told me to hurry. Now you tell me to wait. What the hell is going on?β
βBring Emily Duffy as well, but no one else.β
βEmily? Sheβs here, too?β Now Paul turned and faced the man. βI should tell you, Elliott might not listen to me. As a matter of fact, he might just shoot me.β He realized now that he should have told Elliott the truth about JCβs disappearance, but who the hell would have thought they were all involved in this black hole business together.
βYou did not tell him James Cullen disappeared into the fog, and you should have done so. It would not have changed the outcome, but Young Paul, do not ever lie to the Keeper again.β
βWhatβs a Keeper?β
βYou ask too many questions. Now go!β
Paul risked asking one more. βHowβd you know I didnβt tell Dr. Fraser?β
Erik threw a knife that splintered a tree inches above Paulβs head. It happened so fast he didnβt have time to duck. βWhat the shit?β He yanked on the knife but couldnβt pull it out, and he was no weakling. βYou almost killed me!β
Erik reached into his boot and drew out another knife.
βOkay, Iβm going. Donβt throw another knife at me, but what year is it?β
βIt is 1885, Young Paul.β
The whole Young Paul thing was bugging the shit out of him. He might be young compared to the warrior, but why was Erik constantly referring to Paulβs age. He didnβt call JC, Young JC.
βOne more thing,β Paul said. βWhy do you call me Young Paul?β
Erik flicked the knife back and forth between his hands, and in a voice as unbending as stone, he bellowed, βGo!β
Erik then entered the cabin, and Paul sucked in his first deep breath since landing at this strange intersection of the past and presentβa time when ancient warriors roamed the world and spoke in riddles.
He ran like the Devil was chasing him, wondering how in the hell he was going to convince Elliott to come with him?
Iβll think of something when I see how Elliott reacts to me being here.
When the mansion came into view, he sucked up the courage to face Dr. Fraser, but by the time he neared the veranda, he slowed to a crawl, having second thoughts about going to the front door. If he went to the back door and asked the kitchen help to get Mr. MacKlenna, he could tell MacKlenna that a man named Erik was at the cabin and wanted to see Dr. Fraser, Emily Duffy, and him. Then Paul could run back to the cabin and find JC.
With a plan in mind, Paul walked around to the back of the mansion.
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The Badlands (1885)βEnsley
Three days after returning to Elkhorn Ranch, Ensley packed the Burroughs book and her few things, which now included an extra shirt. TR gave her one of his since he had plenty, and Mrs. Sewall altered it to fit Ensley. She also scrubbed Ensleyβs white shirt until it was almost clean again. Of course, it wouldnβt stay that way for long.
At daybreak, she rode out with TR, Sewall, Dow, and a remuda of about thirty horses, with Norman driving the chuckwagon. They would join dozens of cowboys at Box Elder Creek to participate in the roundup for the Little Missouri District 6. The district, a distance of two hundred miles, ran along the river from the mouth of Beaver Creek to the mouth of the Little Beaver Creek.
While TR, Sewall, and Dow managed the remuda, Ensley rode beside Norman, talking about trail food, the Badlands, and how he came to be a cook.
βI wuz a kid in Texas when the war started,β he said. βEverybody I knew was leavinβ to fight for the Rebs, so I went, too, anβ they put me to work in the mess tent. After the war, I joined a cattle drive. Since I had experience cookinβ, they put me to work helpinβ the cook. Now I drive my chuckwagon from one cattle drive to another.β
βDid you ever go back to Texas?β
βJusβ to git another job.β
They rode without talking for several long minutes, listening to the chuckwagon jolting and rattling over the uneven ground, along with the jingle of the traces connecting the wagon to the four draft animalsβ¦and, of course, the wind. The Badlands was home to Ensley. No matter how much she loved New York City, this was home.
As the saying goes, you can take the girl out of the Badlands, but you canβt take the Badlands out of the girl. But was that an actual place on a map or just a place in her heart?
βWhat did Roosevelt tell ya about the roundup?β Norman asked, breaking into her thoughts.
βAll I know is that at one time ranchers settled disputes over ownership of unbranded cattle with either a neighborly agreement or finding out which rancher had the fastest draw.β
βItβs not like that now.β
βGlad to hear it. Iβd hate to witness two otherwise intelligent men try to settle an argument with a six-shooter when they can use their big guns in an arm-wrestling challenge.β
Norman gave her a side-eye. βWhat does that mean?β
She flexed her arm and pointed to her bicep. βBack east, newspaper reporters talk about pitchers having big guns.β
βBaseball?β Norman asked.
Ensley made a windup motion and pretended to throw a pitch. βThrow a few of those every day and see how big and strong your arms will get.β
Norman laughed as he
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