James had been riding for a day straight now, ridden through the whole night. Dawn was breaking over the horizon, he was exhausted as was his horse. He decided that he would take rest over by the small group of trees that he was near, using them for shade. He hopped down off of his horse and fed and let the horse drink from the small creek that was nearby. He ate himself, not much, he was too tired to eat a big meal. Once he leaned back against the tree for rest, he was out instantly, though his horse had beat him to it though, resting on the ground a few feet from him. His hat drooped down over his face, covering most of it, but most importantly his eyes so that the sun wouldn't disturb him much while he slept.
When he woke up, his hat fell off into his lap and he reached for his waterskin as he was parched. Wiping some of the water from the corners of his mouth with his hand, he squinted up at the sun. "A few hours have passed." He spoke quietly to himself, he was judging the suns current position from where it was when he had fallen asleep. A few hours rest had done him well, hopefully his horse as well. He glanced over at his horse who was still sound asleep on the ground. He used the tree for support when getting to his feet and stretched momentarily. He walked down to the creek and tied his waterskin off to a rock, placing it in the creek itself so that it would fill with water but not be taken by the streams current. While he waited for his waterskins to fill, he ate some more jerky and woke his horse up so that he could eat and drink some as well before they departed. He estimated that he was three quarters of a day out, so he should arrive sometime late tonight or early morrow if he rested later this evening.
Picking up his waterskins, he packed everything back away and saddled himself up on the horse once again. Grabbing the reins, he did a small circular trot and then ordered his horse to speed off in the direction he wanted with small kicks from his feet on both sides. He would most likely have wind burn on his face by the end of this trip, riding at full speed for two, nearly three days. He put that thought aside and continued on with his current mission.
The next three days were spent alternating between coaxing the workers of Lud to reach a decision, convincing the impromptu government to pull their heads out of their asses and take charge of the situation, and trying to learn about the metal boxes. With the workers, Dianna had plenty of luck. Each one she spoke with was anxious to have Gilead’s help if only to assure them that they weren’t about to become slaves. A few even offered to take up arms and help if a fight arose; of course Dianna merely scoffed at them saying that it was inevitable that they fight. If they wanted their freedom and peace, they were responsible for achieving that on their own, the gunslingers were only there as a resource, not as an army.
The leadership of Lud proved to be as stubborn as a bunch of donkeys, something that didn’t surprise the gunslinger in the least. Most leaders always assumed they were doing a perfect job and that their constituents were thrilled with their accomplishments. Convincing the Mayor otherwise was like trying to pull teeth from a billybumbler. Still, the woman was persistent, all but screaming in the man’s face to open his damn eyes and not listen to the kiss asses he had under his employ. “Go out in the street then, Mayor. See how long you last against your workers out there. Hear me, they’ll gut you the second you breathe in their direction.”
Two days she spent preaching to the idiot who had been appointed for the highest position of power in Lud. Dianna really hadn’t preached much, other than trying to convince him to open his damn eyes to see what was wrong with his city. She didn’t even live there and she could see something was wrong. How a man who was supposed to run things remained oblivious, she didn’t know. It spoke of the sad state of All-World that turmoil could be so blatantly over looked, but she supposed that it was the restoration of the world that was the primary cause. No one knew how or why the world had been restored. History told of the world moving on, but now it seemed that it was starting to slowly rebalance itself; the problem was, man made that task harder than it should be.
The third day Dianna was anxiously on edge, and for good reason. By now she was expecting word from Gilead. Every hour her dual colored gaze would lift to the sky, hoping for some sign of her hawk. With every hour that passed and no hawk, she began to fear something had happened. To occupy her time, she decided to venture around the area to inspect the metal boxes that were supposedly the source of the biggest problem in Lud. Without another gunslinger around, she couldn’t try to find the source of the voice, but she could at least see if maybe it would communicate with her.
The nearest box was directly in across from the Mayor’s office. At first glance it only looked like a grated metal sheet that was held into the bricks with screws. After removing the screws, she pulled off the face of the box, staring in confusion at the series of wires that connected the grated steal to the building. There wasn’t much that made sense to her in the jumbled mess of wires, but she at least understood that there was more to the boxes than what met the eye. Her only problem now was figuring out where the wires led to, and exactly what purposed they served. That would have to wait until she had another pair of eyes and ears to help her out, for now she restored the plate back to its original position and screwed it back up. She’d give Gilead one more day to respond back, at least to see if they were going to send her more ammo. If she didn’t hear anything soon, she’d begin her search. She just hoped she had enough bullets to keep her alive until someone could come.
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