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Blogathon 2006: Chapter 13.

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After exchanging gun fire and finding out he'd have to dodge both bullets and chips of rock that were shattering all around him, Dove took stock of his situation.

He was in a bad place, but a good place to be in such a state. The rock was high and wide, sloping down sharply in the front and providing access only from one side. There'd be no sneaking up on him and it was just as well that he set up camp for the night. Darkness was falling and his stomach was growling.

After a meal of salty pork and strong coffee, Dove pondered the situation. He couldn't decide who it might be behind that rock, or whether the person was still there. He'd made certain that Solitaire's horse was hitched up in front of the saloon before leaving town. He'd made good time, no one had followed, and even if they had, they'd not have been able to circle around and make up time in order to get ahead of him on the narrow and rocky trail.

The last trail. Not today.

He went to sleep with unease yet another night, his comfortable hotel room bought and paid for without being put to good use. In the distance a chorus of coyotes began howling, the ringing sounds filtering through the starry night and into his ears, lulling unease away just a bit.

Perhaps he'd try to get some sleep. No sense to try and ride the dark trail with an ambush waiting.

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