Chapter 25

Three days on the road, the long dusty road.

I think I have seen multiple tumbleweeds.

I am already over it.

I sit on the back of the large wagon, each divet and bump jarring my sore body. I have been doing the heavy lifting of crates and washing dirty dishes, my lower back throbbing and pulsing. I wipe the sweat from my brow, leaning to my left to peer at the front of the pack where Jules rode, pushing us to the limit. The man never seems to tire or sweat for that matter. Always looking poised and perfect, his black clothing deflecting even the smallest of dust.

I bet he even smells good like some aftershave made from mint, leather, and hellfire.