Scareship_Issue8

“How long?”
“A day… two, maybe. Now ride!” Hanging on to the thinnest
thread of hope, Mad Gilly hopped on Horse and galloped toward
the Eastern Gate, carrying Bull’s head by his side. The gate was
opened for his passing and he rode north and west, into the
foothills. So distracted was he, he did not see the forty gunmen
waiting on the distant horizon. Upon the gate’s opening, the forty
guns charged!
Mad Gilly’s Quest
Not knowing what bloody doings lay behind them, Mad Gilly
and Horse burned the wind across the northern foothills, before
having to slow their pace as they climbed higher into the jagged,
frozen mountains. He would have to find Trapper Dugan afore
long or the trip would be for naught. And so, that night, Gilly built
a bonfire, setting off a blaze that could be seen from the highest
peak in the Rockies. As he suspected, it drew Dugan to him.
“Hey, boy. I heard you was lookin’ fer me,” said Trapper
Dugan.
“Howdja know?”
“I got my ways. Between the Hums drummin, the guns ridin’,
and the wizard spellificatin’, I jes’ knew you’d find yer way to me,
one way or t’other.”
“It’s Inky. He’s in a bad way, Pa, and Sunny said…”
“I ain’t YER pa, boy.”
“Yeah, I know, but…”
“I’m Inky’s pa.”
“…well, Inky’s my brother, so that makes you SOMETHIN’ to
me, don’t it?”
“Alright… how bout you settle for ‘uncle,’ then?”
“If that’s what you’ll have me call ya, then that’s who ya are, I
sʼpose.”
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