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It took me a week but I finally had everything in place.
I had gathered all of our gold coins and got Rison to take a
wagon a day’s hard ride from the fort.
Sneaking up to the jail, I hit the guard who was guarding Selma and knocked him out.
We slipped out of the fort and were on our way. We rode the
first of our two horses very hard and had a change of horses some three hours
away. After we changed horses we made it to the wagon Rison had for us.
Once we took the wagon from Rison he drove a herd of buffalo
over our tracks for miles. Once the
buffalo were started they would run for hours and it was going to be hard for
the best of the scouts to track us.
Rison had loaded a lot of trading goods in the wagon and our
old buckskins clothes so we were able to get through the Indian territories
with little trouble.
Wagon Train Preacher
We crossed a couple of what was to become state lines and
joined up with a wagon train. They had a
preacher on the train and I asked him to marry us.
I never asked Selma
if she wanted me for I had enough of this foolishness. It was obvious we
belonged together so I made it happen.
I sometimes wished Selma
wasn’t so pretty for I had several fights because she was but I figured that
was the price I had to pay.
We made it across the Sierras and bought a good size ranch
with enough cattle for a start. Due to
the difficulties of traveling over the plains and mountains I never laid with Selma until we had our
place in the west. Even then it was she that made the first move. She loves to
snuggle with me to this day and it always leads to the same thing.
We never heard anything more about the event that occurred
at the dance for we put that all behind us.
There was some Indian trouble that
kept them busy for many weeks and by then they forgot about us.
After we settled in we stopped wearing our buckskins and
became white folks again.
was a slow breeder but after a few years she gave me a fine son and then a couple
more shortly thereafter. Oh yes there were a couple of daughters in between
I think back to the time I took her with me from the Indian
camp, and I’m sure glad I did for she is the best thing that ever happened to