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Molly Braves a Bandit

Sofia Bane



Copyright February 2013, Sofia Bane

Smashwords Edition


Night had only just fallen when my stagecoach was hijacked by a bandit.

I’d paid a driver dearly to take me from Oklahoma to California, toward the Gold Rush and its promises. And while we’d stopped to water the horses and let him see about getting a room for the night, I was in the back of the coach alone. Suddenly, an unfamiliar body up front, the crack of a whip, and the lurch of the coach into motion.

I shrieked – “Dan! Dan!” The driver was a good man, but by the time I heard him holler back and come running, the horses were at a brisk trot. The man in black in the driver’s seat jerked at my scream, but didn’t look back.

Oh, god – help! Help me!” I’d have forced the doors and jumped out, but feared being caught under the wheels. With the covered coach, I couldn’t see whether anyone was pursuing us, whether anyone else even knew – I could only watch the man in the driver’s seat in terror.

He ran the horses at full pace, with a familiarity that suggested he was from the area. In silhouette, I could see his hat and his broad shoulders, his confident way of driving the horses – but I couldn’t figure whether he had a gun. Or better yet, whether the gun he undoubtedly had on him was the potent sort. So I could do nothing but press myself against the back of the stagecoach and pray, silent and unceasing.

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