Things Can't Get Any Worse

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May 20
Mid Day

Everything, EVERYTHING was stripped of him. Of course it had to happen to him, getting robbed. The same man who could easily be fingered as a robber in his own right, now was on the other end. They took his guns, his hat, his vest, his boots, and any money or personal items of value he had. Not far from Golden Valley, and he wasn't even aware he was about to stumble onto the town for that matter. Isaiah was just miles out and then they struck, fast. Out from behind some bushes they riled his horse up, which threw Isaiah. Before he could even gather himself they were standing over him with guns drawn, the number, well that he kept to himself for now. Taking everything he had with laughs along the way and now here he was, wandering toward town with no idea it was nearby.

"Don't look at me like that, it's your fault..."

No he wasn't talking to himself. Among his travels, the outlaw, managed to befriend a feral dog as a puppy. This 'dog' grew into an adult and that's when he realized it wasn't just a dog, but a Wolamute. The Wolf-Malamute hybrid, came to be after an unknown circumstance that was obviously a cross breed between wolf and dog. THIS 'pet' of his he referred to as Shadow and usually was able to get him out of tight situations when he needed backup or was outnumbered, this time was different however. The animal was nowhere to be seen when Isaiah was robbed, he didn't even have a horse now. Shadow made that grunt of a noise trying to get on his good side as he nuzzled up to the outlaw and rubbed his head over the underside of his hand. That was all it took for Isaiah to give in to the soft spot he had for the wolf.

"Alright, you're forgiven."

Isaiah sighed as he stopped and looked about, the sun was high in the sky and it was getting hot out fast. He had no food or water and of course that's when you get thirsty or hungry the most right? One hour, two, maybe three? He had lost track of time and the lack of water or food was getting to him. His eyes started to haze over, from his point of view you would start getting blurry. Just one drop, river, puddle, something...I'm going to die out here, that's it, I'm going to die. I lived a good life...Hey look at that, a pink elephant... It was painfully obvious he was seeing things at this point as the thoughts and image ran through his head, and what he thought was his vision.

Shadow ran, the minute the horse could be heard. Isaiah had stopped where he was and tried his best to focus his eyes. The blurriness came in and out and when he finally settled on the horse and it's rider he tried to blink a few more times to clear his own vision. great, now I'm seeing people... Except this time he really was seeing someone, but his vision wasn't able to focus on male or female, old or young. Wobbly, he shook his head once and then it happened, he swayed slightly and went down face first. He hit the ground with a thud and rolled onto his back having passed out. His sweating skin finally had some shade if not for a brief moment from the shadow cast on him by the person that had come upon him. Was this good or bad? He already had been robbed once, was this person out for bad intentions themselves, or a good Samaritan?

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Angela had had a wonderful. When Michael had mentioned at breakfast, that he was going to the Stevens ranch, she had decided to go with him. She and Louise were good friends and it was nice to visit with her. By the time her son was through checking out the horses, that he was considering buying for the stage line it was early afternoon.

It was a pleasant drive back to town. As they were going along, Michael noticed something in the road. It l ooked like a body. Telling his mother, to stay back, he dismounted. Watching for an ambush, he cautiously approached the body. It was a young man. Looked like he had been robbed. Looked like he might have been walking for quite awhile.

Angela came up in the buggy. She could see the young man lying there. She climbed down, grabbing the canteen of water. Kneeling next to him. she checks to see if he is breathing. He is out cold. Obviously thirsty. She takes her hanky out and moistens it with water. She wets his lips a little. "it's ok. We are here to help." She looks at her son. "We need to get him to town. Help me get him into the buggy."

Once he is in the buggy, they head into town. After a short time, they pull up in front of a small but tidy house.

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Things couldn't get any worse, right? He had been picked up off the road, or beside it after having passed out under the sun, the lack of water and food had got to him. His 'friend' Shadow had taken off when the noise of the horses and sound of the buggy could be heard. Isaiah caught the blurred vision of someone putting him in, but he wasn't in the right state of mind to be able to say one word. Had the bandits come back for him, hell they had taken everything from him short of leaving him in the nude. They could have very well come back to take the rest of his clothes, and to take his life for that matter. Lucky for him; although, he didn't know it yet, he had just been saved...if not just from vultures picking his bones after he died.

He came too long enough to see the sky above him moving, it felt like he was floating. He couldn't feel his own feet moving so he couldn't be walking. Carried maybe, but after a moment he noticed it was a bit bumpy. His eyes went blurry and closed once more before they opened again, time had passed and the sun was obviously farther along in the sky than when he remembered, he could hear the muffled voices nearby as the sky continued to move. The only reason for the muffle was his own brain trying to come too and focusing. He wasn't dead yet, either Davis had found him and taken him prisoner, or bandits hadn't got him at all. Isaiah was still alive, even if he wasn't fully aware of the good Samaritans that had happened upon him.

"BAH!"

He shot up in the bed, breathing heavily and doused in sweat. The day had passed and evening had set in, the room lit by lantern nearby as he checked himself over once realizing his shirt was gone. He couldn't remember anything, not even those brief few moments when he had woken up in the back of the buggy and was staring up into the sky. Hand over his chest briefly he ran the same hand back over his head as he glanced about. "Where the heck am I? "That was the thought that ran through his head, not to mention the question of how he got here.

He rose from the bed, after swinging his legs off and planting his feet on the floor. People outside the window nearby were heard as he pushed himself up, the sheet fell and...no pants. Not that he even thought about it as he approached the window, the sun had gone down and people were in the streets, music from nearby, probably the saloon, could be heard and some rowdy patrons. The door squeaked into the room and he turned suddenly with surprise when a voice spoke up.