He looked at the gray elf and studied her clothes. They weren’t proper for this kind of weather and come nightfall she would be freezing. The rags were little more than a bed sheet draped over her with holes for her head and limbs. But Marum didn’t seem to mind at the moment. She wore a smile on her face as she looked up and down the road, no doubt reveling in her newfound freedom. Nate knew the feeling of being captured and then set free. He’d been caught a few times, and more than once he had faced the prospect of hanging. It was always a burden that weighed heavy on the shoulders, but it also made him light as a feather once released.
Still, none of this gave Nate pleasure considering he had to figure out how to get back home somehow. But first he had to locate Joe, if he was even out here at all.
“We really shouldn’t stay on the road,” Marum said. “We may have escaped the city, but that cart was going so slow there’s no doubt riders have moved ahead of us. The Crimson Army will be guarding all roads leading out of Tel Haven Forest.”
“What do you suggest we do?” Nate asked. “I don’t know anything about this place.”
“We stay off the roads,” she said. “As I am a gray elf I am an enemy in these lands, but I am not without friends. Their homestead is a half a day’s journey. I could be there as early as this afternoon if I don’t run into trouble.”
Nate couldn’t help but notice the lack of the word we in Marum’s statements. “You’re without a weapon and barely have enough clothes on to distinguish you from naked. You’re going to need my help.”
Marum lifted an eyebrow as if to challenge Nate’s words, but she didn’t. Instead she asked him a question. “Are you sure you aren’t an agent of my brother sent to help me? I know you acted like you didn’t know where you were in the jail earlier, but…” Her voice trailed off.
Nate kicked at the dirt beneath him and shook his head. “Lady, I don’t know who your brother is. And I’ve never even seen a gray elf before. Never knew one existed until about an hour ago.”
“It wouldn’t strike me as odd that you have never seen one of us,” she said, “but to have never heard of a gray elf is something I cannot believe.”
“Believe what you want,” Nate said as he started walking up the road. “I’m not from around here. As for you, you’re just lucky I needed a distraction to get out of the jail. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t care if you hang.” This wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t much like meddling in the affairs of others, particularly when lawmen were involved, but he didn’t like to see people hanged. Besides, if she would allow it, Nate had a temporary guide and maybe a hot meal by day’s end. Of course, telling her that he didn’t care if she hanged wasn’t quite the way to make friends. He knew he had to calm himself and start talking a little nicer.
Marum walked closely behind him, following as if he had any clue where he was headed. “You weren’t in that cell last night or in the morning. I was awake. There was no way I missed you coming in.”
“That’s because I appeared there,” Nate said, shaking his head. He looked ahead of him, watching for any sign of a patrol, listening for the sound of hooves on the ground. “I don’t know how. I don’t know why. I wish I could have appeared somewhere outside the city. Now I’m a wanted man.”
“Few people saw you,” Marum said. “I doubt anyone got a good enough look for a decent description. Right now your only danger is being near me. Otherwise you could probably walk straight into Tel Haven and no one would recognize you.”
Nate wasn’t so sure about that. He might have slipped away quickly and quietly, but there was always the danger of someone having seen his face clearly. It would only take one person to blow the whistle and the whole army would come down on him. There was also the prospect that Levi Thompson was in the city somewhere. Nate wasn’t sure, but he figured that for the time being he probably ought to keep that whole topic to himself. Sure, he was a wanted man for helping out Marum, but it wasn’t important for anyone else to know that he was wanted in his own land for thievery and murder.
Opening the book and getting pulled into its pages was a choice he had made in the last second. He knew that if he hadn’t done it he would be a dead man. But the ultimate consequences of his actions were unknowable at this point.
Nate had to work all this out in his mind. Here is what he did know:
First, Tyler Montgomery and Joe were here somewhere. And according to Joe, Stew and Ralph were here too, but Nate didn’t care about them.
Second, here was a place called Galamore. How big Galamore was remained a mystery.
Third, almost no one in this place knew who Nate was. This was a good thing. Marum was just about right. He probably could go back into Tel Haven without too much of a hitch, especially after a couple of weeks. But he wasn’t entirely sure he needed to go back there.
All this led Nate to what he didn’t know:
First, He didn’t know where Joe was, and finding him was his top priority after making sure no one was still chasing him.
Second, he didn’t know if Levi Thompson had followed him or not. The man probably wouldn’t even think to open the book and go after Nate, except for the fact that the only reason he had caught them at Northrup Valley was because of Amos and his blabbing mouth. So, if Levi knew about the meeting place, that meant he probably knew all about the book as well. And if he was brave enough (and there was no doubt of that in Nate’s mind), then Levi was undoubtedly here looking for Nate.
The third thing Nate didn’t know was how Montgomery played into all of this. In truth, the man was responsible for Nate’s current predicament, which also happened to save his life. But Tyler Montgomery seemed to know an awful lot about this book they were now in. If he knew that a person could be pulled into it, then he probably knew how to leave. And Montgomery had cheated him out of money. Nate was supposed to get paid the second half and Montgomery hadn’t delivered. Nate figured if he ever found the man, he would offer him a chance to live in exchange for information about getting back home. Even without half of the money the man owed him, Nate had plenty to disappear into the mountains of Montana forever.
“These friends of yours,” Nate said after stopping in the road, “would they be willing to take us both in until all this commotion died down?”
Marum turned her head away from Nate when he asked this. There was an apprehension in her look that Nate knew too well. She didn’t trust him, nor should she. But Nate was on the cusp of being desperate, and he knew that if he was out here alone, things would get a lot tougher.
“Because you saved my life,” Marum said, “I will take you to them. But you have to know that if they refuse you, there is nothing I can do. And you will be on your own.”
Nate understood and nodded.
Marum’s eyes then narrowed as she took a step toward Nate. “And if I even get the hint that you’re planning to do anything to hurt them, I’ll put a bullet through the back of your head and you will never know what hit you.”
This was the first time Nate had seen Marum so hostile. These friends of hers must have been closer to her than he imagined. Nate also didn’t take being threatened lightly. The way she spoke to him evoked a spark of anger within him that would have made him throw a fist at a man’s jaw for it, but he kept himself calm and collected. Instead, he swallowed and nodded slowly. “Listen, I don’t have any reason to harm your friends. I’ve got to find my brother and get back home. I just need to lay low and get myself situated.”
Marum stared at him, then finally nodded. “A gray elf’s custom is to pay back a debt owed with equal value. I can’t say that giving you a place to stay for the night is quite the same as you saving my life, but it’s a start.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Nate said. “You get me to your friend’s home, your debt will be paid.”
“Well,” Marum said, “that’s not up to you. When I feel the debt is paid, then it is done.” She sighed and motioned toward the forest away from the road. “We real
ly should be traveling through the thick. The road is dangerous.”
Now Marum took the lead, and Nate was all too happy to let her.
An hour went by while Nate followed Marum closely. Since the two of them had decided to travel away from the roads, the terrain wasn’t the easiest to get through. The woods were thick in these parts. Nate had been through worse, of course, but the cool autumn air didn’t feel so cool anymore as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Looking ahead of him, Marum seemed comfortable enough.
“You know,” Nate said, “I didn’t really think about it at the time, but maybe we should have stolen that man’s horse. We are on the run for our lives, after all. I don’t think it would have been too much to ask.”
“I suppose not,” Marum answered back. “But that would be just another witness for the Rangers to get more information. It’s better this way.”
Maybe we wouldn’t have to leave a witness, Nate thought to himself. But it was just a fleeting thought. Nate wasn’t a very good killer. Good killers didn’t feel remorse when their victims died. That wasn’t to say Nate had never killed before, but he wasn’t the kind of man to kill for a horse simply because he needed it. Nate figured he fell more along the lines of kill or be killed, though that hadn’t always been the case. He was far more inclined to kill another outlaw for petty reasons than a farmer carrying a cart full of compost. He figured that most of the outlaws he came across were too dumb to make it very long in this business and were bound for a hanging one way or another. If they posed a threat to Nate, wasn’t he doing them a favor by ending it quickly rather than being strangled to death in front of an angry group of people?
He thought about Joe in this instance. His little brother still hadn’t killed anyone in his life. Nate thought this was a good thing when it came to his character, but he couldn’t exactly count on him when things got thick. In one or two firefights, Joe aimed for men’s weapons or limbs, careful not to hit any vital organs or the head. What Nate wanted to tell him but never did was that sometimes the man he was shooting at needed to be dead.
That’s how his last job was supposed to have gone. He had sent Joe as the leader because he knew he wouldn’t go into the bank blasting away bankers and the people there to make deposits or withdrawals. Nate figured that it was Ralph who killed the banker, but he couldn’t be sure. Either way, it counted against Nate most of all, perhaps even increasing his large bounty back home.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing being here in Galamore. Here he didn’t have a bounty to worry about. At least, not yet.
“So,” Marum said, cutting into his thoughts. “You say you have to get back home. Where is home?”
“Well, for now it’s Texas,” he said. “You ever heard of Texas?”
“No,” Marum said. “Must be beyond Galamore’s borders. Unless it is a small place.”
“No, it ain’t small,” Nate said, smiling. “But I plan to head up to Montana and settle down there.”
“Do you have a family?”
“Just my brother,” he said. “And he’s here in Galamore somewhere. At least, I think he is.”
“You think he appeared somewhere just like you did?”
“I suppose so,” Nate answered. “But I haven’t seen him here.”
“So, you were in this Texas place,” Marum said, “and then you all of a sudden wind up in a jail cell in Galamore, correct?”
“That’s more or less the case,” he said.
“Did you fall asleep? Did you travel through some magical portal?”
Nate thought about it a moment as he stepped over a downed tree, his boot splashing into a muddy puddle. “More like the portal thing, yeah.” Nate didn’t see the harm in telling her. What difference did it make whether she knew about the book or not? The story was crazy to Nate, but so was the idea of walking through the forest with a creature called a gray elf who was supposed to be dead. “It was a book. I was hired to get it. Me and my brother looked at it. We were pulled into it. Next thing I know, I’m on death row and I’m breaking you out.”
Marum stopped suddenly and turned to look at Nate. The look on her face was wild, wilder than Nate had seen it. “You said a book?”
Nate’s eyebrows turned down when he looked at her. “Yeah. You know about it?”
Marum thought for a second then shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I just…” She was about to say something else when both of them turned their attention to a nearby ridge to their left.
Nate and Marum both ducked low and Nate drew his pistol. They had never strayed too far from the road, and now Nate was beginning to think they should have traveled deeper into the woods. There were more soldiers on horseback from Tel Haven. He couldn’t tell from here if they were the same ones, but they surely had the same mission.
Marum leaned in close to Nate and whispered, “Those are the president’s Rangers.”
“The president’s what?” Nate whispered back.
“Rangers,” she said again. “They are ten in all, though I only see four of them here.”
Nate could hear one of them giving out orders, though he couldn’t exactly catch what the man was saying. Marum had her head turned, listening intently.
“He’s leaving one of them to stand guard at the road,” she said.
“You can hear that?” Nate asked, shaking his head. He turned his head leaned in to try and get a better listen, but all he could hear were muffled sounds.
“The others are continuing the search farther.”
“That’s good,” Nate said, giving up his attempt.
Marum shook her head. “I would be able to go through the woods silently, but with your heavy steps, a Ranger is sure to sense you moving.”
“I can be stealthy,” Nate said.
“Not like I can,” she said. “I know this one. He’s a new Ranger. His name is Devlin Mannix. He isn’t trained like all the others yet.”
“What’s your plan?”
“I need your gun,” Marum said.
Nate looked at her like she was crazy.
“You’re going to get his attention and I’m going to come up behind him.”
“Easy as that,” Nate said with a cocked eyebrow.
“Easy as that,” Marum said.
Nate let out a deep breath from his nose and shrugged. “You’re the boss.” He handed her his pistol and shook his head. He didn’t much like the idea of purposefully getting a lawman such as Devlin to chase after him. Nate also wondered if this was a way for Marum to get her hands on a weapon and use Nate as a distraction so she could get away. He let the thought slide. For some reason he trusted her. But trusting the wrong person could get him killed.
Marum nodded at him. “Go.”
Nate hesitated only for a second before he jumped out into the open. He didn’t think he needed to let out a yell or to make a lot of noise. The Ranger would surely see him within a second. Sure enough, he did and came charging down the ravine toward Nate. Nate stopped in his tracks, not daring to reach for his rifle as the Ranger approached.
“Hold it right there!” Devlin belted out.
Nate did as he was told, holding his hands up in the air. He swallowed hard as the rider came up on him, pistol in hand and pointed directly at Nate’s head. His eyes darted in every direction. He couldn’t see Marum anywhere.
Devlin was wearing the same red uniform as the other Rangers and Crimson Army soldiers in Tel Haven. Nate could now see that the metal emblem on the hat was an image of two crossing sabers.
Devlin wore a thick beard on his face, almost too scraggly compared to the other Rangers Nate had seen. He jumped off his horse and stood about ten feet from Nate in the small clearing. The man’s eyes were wide and he looked more nervous than he should have been.
“Where’s the gray elf?” Devlin spat. “Where is she?”
Nate shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Devlin cursed. “Don’t give me that! I saw you in th
e city. I was a witness at the execution. You were right next to her. Where is she?”
“I’m not who you think I am, Mister.”
Devlin grimaced at Nate, holding his gun in one hand and scratching his beard with the other. “I have a mind to put a bullet in you,” he said. “In fact, that’s what I’m supposed to do if I see you.”
Nate shook his head. “Then what are you waiting for?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you’re supposed to shoot me on sight, then why haven’t you done it already?”
“It ain’t your place to question me,” Devlin answered.
Nate could tell this wasn’t one of the more seasoned veterans of the president’s army, but that wouldn’t matter if Marum had left Nate for dead.
“I will ask you one more time,” Devlin said, “where is the gray elf?”
The answer came behind Devlin. Nate spoke no words, and neither did Marum. Instead, she let Nate’s pistol do the talking.
The subtle click back of the hammer was loud enough to make Devlin freeze in place.
Nate had no idea how Marum had been so stealthy, yet here she was not fifteen feet from Nate, pointing the pistol at the back of Devlin’s head.
“You might want to consider dropping your gun,” Nate said to the Ranger.
Devlin’s eyes went even wider than they were before and his gun started shaking as nervousness crept into his hands. He didn’t even look behind him before letting his pistol fall helplessly to the dirt.
Nate looked past Marum and nodded. “Check the saddle for some rope.”
“You’re gonna hang me?”
“Shut up,” Nate said as he bent down and grabbed Devlin’s pistol. Then, he pulled Devlin’s saber from the sheath at his belt and tossed it to the ground a few feet away.
There was no rope in the saddlebags so Nate took the reins off the horse and tied Devlin’s hands together with it. He then tied the reins to a small tree where the man would be stuck long enough for them to get away with his horse.
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