The Outlaw – Part 13

Fully healed from his time in the silver prison, Ben narrowly escaped from Bart and his troop as he back tracked to Devil’s Rock. Knowing that Bart might be hot on his trail, he avoided the place so as not to further incriminate himself. Instead, he refreshed himself with Clarence’s scent and deviated from the path, following the outlaw and his gang.

He passed a neighboring farmhouse and helped himself to a fresh shirt, vest, and pair of trousers. Although, it didn’t much matter to him whether he faced the outlaw completely naked or dressed for a bitterly cold winter. Justice would be dispensed no matter. For Sarah’s sake, he would take care of Clarence once and for all.

The scent trail led him to a town about a day’s travel west from Devil’s Rock. The town was modest and small, much like all the towns and trading posts in that region of the frontier. He scouted around the borders first, assessing how many people were in the town by the medley of sounds and scents that he could detect on the wind. Clarence’s scent was all over the place. This must have been a frequent stop of his.

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The Outlaw – Part 12

Sarah emerged from the mine and watched the havoc unfold amongst the sheriff and his men. Feeling weary by the magnitude of her actions, she leaned against a wooden beam and waited, eyes sullen and emotionless.

She recounted all she had heard from Ben, about his life and his struggles as a werewolf. Half the night had been spent in strange ponderings about the nature of it all. She never suspected that he would be a creature of old myths and fairy tales. A little insane, perhaps, but never preternatural. HIs eyes could have been that way since he was born, a mutation or defect. His hunger for raw meat could have been some weird craving. Nothing could have prepared her for the truth.

And nothing could have prepared her for his story, so full of death and tragedy. She had been just a baby during the war that tore the nation apart. She knew nothing of such misery as he experienced. To be shunned by your family and lose any chance with having a normal life. Yes, she pitied him and his suffering.

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The Outlaw – Part 11

Ben sat upon the floor of his prison cell, leaning against one of the walls for support of his weary body. The silver specks ingrained in the rock around him burned his skin, searing it until his flesh bled and blistered. The previous evening, before the change, he moved around to find a suitable spot to sit where he wouldn’t be tormented by his one weakness. But, the mine was unfortunately rich with the valuable metal and he found no place of relief. Resigned to his fate, he sat there, half naked and ravenous with hunger.

In his human form, he could reason. But the beast that rampaged the night before wasn’t so. His body and spirit was broken when the animal threw itself against the walls of his prison, cracking rock and bone in an effort to escape. And with the affects of the silver weakening his ability to heal, Ben could still feel the fractured bones and torn muscles throughout his body.

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The Outlaw – Part 10

Sarah held the cooling tin cup of coffee between her palms, savoring the potent smell. She had never cared much for the drink, but her father drank it often and the smell of roasting grounds reminded her of better days.

Sheriff Bart’s group of officers caught up with them at Devil’s Rock and led them back into the desert with Ben in tow as their prisoner. A chain was tied between his cuffs and Sheriff Bart had one end wrapped around his gloved fist instead of tying it to the saddle like she had assumed he would do. Ben was in obvious pain. Sarah assumed it was from the bullet that was still lodged in his leg, but she could see the burnt skin beneath the metal that bound his wrists.

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The Outlaw – Part 9

A day and night past for the three travelers. Ben could sense the unease in their new member, Henry, and kept his distance. Although the bullets in his revolver would only tickle his immortal flesh, Ben didn’t enjoy the process of digging out the rounds. Sarah, on the other hand, despite their rocky start, constantly intervened for Ben and defended him against Henry. That first night at the camp fire, Ben had overheard their conversation from his place in the shadows.

Henry was trying to convince the innocent orphan to abandon the monster and they could travel alone. But, Sarah stuck by her guide. Ben wasn’t sure how to feel about her unconditional loyalty. Was she doing it out of fear that he would balk at the rejection or did she truly believe that he wouldn’t harm her?

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The Outlaw – Part 8

The next day, Geoffrey led Ben and Sarah to the edge of Indian territory. Sarah would miss his tall tales about England and other parts of the world she had never heard of. Ben, on the other hand, seemed apathetic at their parting, as if their guide meant nothing to them. But she saw the way the two men exchanged looks, wordlessly communicating something that she couldn’t comprehend.

There was a warm, fatherly wisdom about Geoffrey that Sarah admired and she wasn’t afraid to admit that she grew fond of the man in the short time they had been together. But with the pressing need to find her parents’ murderers still at hand and with his desire to return to his own country, Sarah had no opening for argument.

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“The Outlaw” Part 5

“My name is Sarah and this is Ben,” she replied. “We’re looking for Devil’s Rock.”

Geoffrey chuckled and leaned upon his saddle horn, eyes gaze shared between the two. “Well, you are still a good distance off. This is Indian territory. They don’t take kindly to white men killing their buffalo.”

“I didn’t kill it,” Ben said, a hint of malice in his tone.

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“The Outlaw” Part 4

Chapter 2

 

The following morning, Sarah awoke to an empty campsite. The fire had been extinguished long ago, making her wonder how long she had slept without it the night before.

The desert sun was already making its steady climb into the sky, but seemed just as hot as if it were glaring down right on top of her. Sarah stiffly rose from her makeshift bed and squinted around at the barren wasteland. She could just faintly see the towering figures of mountain outcrops in the distance, but they were still very far from them. She had only heard of Devil’s Rock in passing. Her father had told her that it was a treacherous landscape filled with jagged rocks and steep inclines. She couldn’t imagine how they would even begin to find Clarence’s hidden hideout amongst the numerous caves

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