#384
Mark, Milo and Big kept a steady pace with their horses. The track was well worn and every once in a while, a crudely lettered sign pointed the way to the coast. There were few people; most appearing downtrodden and needy/hungry.
All three men were keeping a sharp eye out for small game, and that was sparser than ever.
"I think we had better ride quite a ways away from this track before we call it a day. it seems like it would be better for our health," Milo laconically drawled.
Mark nodded, and Big was busy looking at both sides of the track for a likely place to strike out into the brush.
"To our right will be the river, I'm not interested in heading there, too much water noise to hear attackers,' Milo stood up in his stirrups to see if he could spot a likely area.
"It looks like there is a break in the brush, up ahead, possibly a creek. We could trail up there and perhaps find a good spot;" Milo reported. "There's a group of people coming toward us, we need to wait until after they pass." he finished.
The group of seven wandered slow, in no particular hurry, frustrating the waiting three men, anxious to get to a place to settle for the night. The group called hello's, told of high prices in the city and slower than molasses, stumbled up the road and out of sight.
"Yimminy, I don't have a good feeling about those men," Big was serious. "They had a lot of fire power tucked in their waistbands, and they critically inspected us and the horses. A real bad feeling."
"Then we need to pass this place up. How about a hard canter for a couple of miles." Mark suggested, and it was agreed.
It was near dark when they stopped in the outskirts of a small city. "I think we've put enough miles between us and those suspicious looking tramps," Mark said, "but we'll have to have a guard tonight; our horses look too appealing to footsore people.
"And, I hate walking more than they do," Milo was definite, "I'm ready to eat. what do we do, a small fire or jerky?
"Jerky," Mark was looking over the assorted groups, and there wasn't much in the line of food showing around the small campfires. "We'd better sleep on our saddles tonight; just to make sure we have them in the morning," he warned almost silently.
Big said he would take the first watch, intending to let Mark sleep longer. The elder man looked tired; and they had come a long hard way in two days.