Chapter 107 Galloping Horse_2
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The bandits scattered, but they would return.
"Wolf Town must be alright," Winters told himself over and over: "With Mayor Gerard there, and how remote Wolf Town is, it must be alright."
He tried his best not to think of the terrible things and hurried along the way.
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The setting sun slanted westward, and it was about to get dark.
After crossing the Blackwater River and following the rammed earth road over two small hills, he could see the spire of the Wolf Town church.
Winters was exceedingly familiar with this road, as he had traveled it many times.
He had lived in Wolf Town for less than half a year, but for him, the town had a kind of homespun warmth.
When he left, he was a spirited young man. The lads of Wolf Town sang songs as they followed him to war.
When he returned, the laughing boys of Wolf Town were gone, and Winters brought back only a body full of scars.