imagined. It makes me glad Iâm not an iron-scryer, if such a thing exists, because if it set off my witchy powers, it would leave me dead senseless for a day.
When the train chugs away from the station, Peony and I set out on the Chattanooga road, which follows parallel to the now-empty tracks. I imagine how fast we could get to California if a train headed that way. It might only take weeks instead of months. Truth be told, Iâm not sure itâs safeto ride in something so huge and fast.
Iâm a mile north of town when horses clop up behind me. Iâve been moving fast, passing lots of folks on the road. But no one has been passing me. I glance back, just quick enough to mark three ridersâmen in thick beards, weathered coats, and slouched hats.
They gain on me slowly. The first comes up on my right and gives me a friendly nod. The second fellow pulls even on my left. The third rider closes in at my rear.
Peonyâs ears go back.
They have a rangy look about them, with sun-blasted skin and unkempt hair. But their guns are shiny and new.
The one beside me grins, and I feel like a deer in his sights. âHowdy,â he says.
âHowdy,â I say with forced cheer.
âSaw you at the station in Dalton. That train is something else, ainât it?â
âNever seen anything like it,â I say, because it seems like a safe thing.
âEver seen those steamboats on the Mississippi?â
âNever been to the Mississippi.â
He whistles. âTheyâre a sight too, blowing out a cloud of smoke and running down the water like a thousand horses. Weâre headed that way. Go down to the Mississippi every winter. Where you headed?â
âNorth to see some cousins.â
âWhereabouts? If itâs around here, me and my brothers probably know âem.â
âOh, I donât think you would. Theyâre up close to Chattanooga.â
His eyes narrow. âKnow pretty much everybody around those parts. Ainât that so, Ronnie?â
âYou know it is, Emmett,â says a voice behind me, and the back of my neck prickles.
âDonât think weâve ever seen you around here before,â the first oneâEmmettâsays.
âI reckon not,â I say. âMy familyâs back in Ellijay.â
The fellow grins like a cat with a mouse, and I donât know what I said wrong, but I immediately regret it. My thoughts spin fast, trying to figure out my options.
âShoot, Ellijayâs not that far, is it, boys?â
âNever been there myself,â Ronnie says behind me.
âNeither have I,â says the one beside me. âBut I hear itâs nice.â
âSo, you fellows know the area pretty well?â I have a peculiar urgency to keep them talking.
âNobody knows it better than us, from Dalton to the Mississippi,â Emmett says.
âThen maybe you can tell me something. Man at the train station said the next town is Tunnelsville, less than a dayâs ride. Thought Iâd reach it by now.â
âThatâs fourteen, fifteen miles away,â Emmett says.
âAt least,â Ronnie adds.
âOh,â I say. âSo I wonât get there tonight?â
âNot a chance.â
Without warning, I jerk Peony around. Ronnieâs horsewhinnies as it sidesteps to avoid us, and I breeze right past. The men pull up their horses and turn to stare at me.
âYou fellows saved me a lot of trouble,â I say. âBut it puts a burr under my saddle for the fellow who misled me back at the station. Figure if I hurry, I can get back to Dalton in time for supper.â
Emmett frowns. âSounds about right.â
âWell, you did me a kindness, and Iâm grateful,â I say.
I kick Peony into a fast walk. I donât hear their horses following behind, and I resist the urge to look over my shoulder to make sure. Iâm halfway back to Dalton when I finally risk a
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