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[color=FF1493]If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that I'd like to do is to save every day, till eternity passes away just to spend them with you.  If I could make days last forever, if words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then, again, I would spend them with you.[/color] she sings as she does her work.

Her voice is one that many of her friends back in Lasthope sit around praying will never stop entertaining them as the Bard of the town. Summer sings to time her work as much as she does to fill the silence around her when she works and even with no audience except for several dogs, her ravens and her horse her voice is flawless in acapella solitaire. She knows many songs and stories which she uses to entertain babe to grandparent which she uses to keep her memory sharp like the old school methods that used poetry as a similar exercise; also to help her with her loneliness.
She never seems lonely to people when she's around them because if she is around anyone who may see her then she isn't technically alone and happy for the company.
Then as she finishes one song she breaks into another as she thinks about her friend Jain and how sad she seems now that life and responsibility has caught up to her .

[color=FF1493]Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me. Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said something wrong. Now I long for yesterday.[/color]

It's funny how life forces people to change, to become what they were meant to be and strange how those best suited for certain tasks ; vital tasks , tasks of leadership are often so uncertain of their own necessity. A Leader must feel some doubt, humility, and protectiveness in their positions or they become quickly the tyrants they fear they will become and it doesn't take a large rock to her head to see that Chief Comber is grooming Jain to become one of his possible replacements. Summer loves the Chief and knows his judgment to be sound which makes her wonder did he send her as Jain's council knowing she would help mold the young scout into a better leader; he is one of the few Elders who accepts Summer as a Wise-woman even calling her that when he and she are in private  asking her observations and opinions as he once did her Kisu.

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Summer had heard the Troopers discussing her friends break down and worry over Jain's ability for having done so and the thought made her laugh. They didn't understand that the redhead had been as high as the clouds when she broke down and it was the drugs talking and loosening up her tongue and giving voice to her inner doubts; doubts everyone with any sense had.
Summer wasn't worried about her resolve but more her reactions to the foolish way in which April died but she had heard Jain complaining about needing a physical release and it was something she could do to solve; not with her own body but with those females here in Arlington who enjoyed the company of women.
To accomplish this she had formulated a plan that involved what she knew of Jain's type and the ones locally available and her friendship with the Mayor who she was sure knew her people enough to give such advice

[color=FF1493]I'm diggin' my grave, I'm diggin' my grave
My road to hell is surely paved, With all the love that I never gave
I'm diggin' my grave; Oh lord I'm diggin' my grave

And the hole is made, With a pick and a spade
And all the debts never repaid, Oh how I wish that I could have stayed
But the hole is made; Oh lord the hole is made[/color]

She sang as she dumped the contents of her mortar into the pot of water she had bubbling on her fire
Two of the dogs that had decided to make nice with Summer lifted their heads signaling that someone was approaching  warning Summer  of her visitor before the girl even walked out of the Shadows of the night
[b]"Lorna said I should bring you some bread" [/b] said a pretty brunette as she sniffed the air in obvious confusion.

[b]"What are you cooking cause it sure don't smell like anything I ever ate?
Summer giggled before answering already enjoying the young stranger's candor
"It's a bit of something I'm making to ease pain or the tongue; not to eat"[/b]

The girl laughed then made an encouraging appraisal of the little witch's form  pouting in disappointment that most of her was concealed beneath her blanket.

[b]"Kind of small to be riding with these people aren't you?"[/b] she said to Summer genuinely curious

[color=FF1493]"The smallest Scorpions are the deadliest "[/color] answered Summer

[color=FF1493]"In this case though I am acting as the Medicine maker"[/color]

[b]"Medicine Maker? are you like a doctor?"[/b] the brunette asked

[color=FF1493]"More a Midwife than doctor and an Apothecary in this case as none of our number is expecting though I am sure my services may be needed before we return home."[/color] before adding

[color=FF1493]"My name is Summermoon but please call me Summer"[/color]

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Once they arrived at the point where Billy indicated the bad guy had gone down it didn’t take long before Vicky saw the first drops of blood and knew that this would be an easy trace. 

The fool was actually making it easier for them by following the Vietnam Veterans highway most likely because he found the way easier to move along than the rough rock strewn sides which meant the two Marksmen could jog at a slow pace and cover ground at an even faster themselves then things changed when they found one of the other raiders shuffling in the same direction clearly wounded himself which explained the increase in the blood trail.

The man was gut shot and on the edge of death though showing a great deal of determination when Vicky and Billy caught up to him.

[b]”I’m done fer an I knows it could one O’ yall put me down with yer long gun; I cain’t take it no more. If in yall dose I’ll tell yas where he be headin.[/b] said the man as he clutched his belly blood ozzing between his fingers.

Vicky looks at Billy letting him know she’ll do the man then said to him [i] “I’ll do you right an can promise no pain[/i] 

Then the man tells them about and abandoned barge by the river about 10 miles north-east and how there are 6 women and 3 men waiting for them and how he hopes they do the Duke slow when they catch up to him; Vicky thanks the man and then without warning her side arm, a colt python 357 revolver comes up and reduces his brains to chunks and a fine pink mist sprayed on the nearby hillside.

Knowing their quarry’s destination  she looks at Billy ([url=https://youtu.be/xz5Mx3a8kRw]Traveling Music[/url]) and they take off at a steady run which can eat up miles at a pace twice that of a walking horse. They move close to the cut to their right made for the passage of the Highway giving the Bandit Boss less chance to ambush them.