Re: Chapter 9: Fort Griffin and The Flat
Approaching the river and traversing the ford, the two riders attract some attention of the fisherman and residents among the shacks. No one seems alarmed; stands to reason they've seen visitors before.
Both riders hear a common comment as they pass through the shacks and tents. Something like "Ain't that a squaw?" No one seems in the least bothered, but the question persists.
Clearly, the split-railed property is a wagon yard. Two men work in the yard, repairing a wheel for a wagon parked inside the fence. A hoary draft horse grazes nearby, in front of a small building. A long rail gate swings partially open.
Unless one has a wagon in need of repair, the yard proves worth no more than a glance, because the red building on the left calls out to the two riders now reaching the first notable intersection in town. Well, to be more precise, some women on a balcony call out.
"Welcome to town. Come on in, fellers," says a thin, young woman wearing a coat cut too narrow for a winter's afternoon.
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