30 caliber and my 16 gauge in it. I also rigged a holster for one of the .45 pistols in the foot of her wagon. I took over the 12 gauge, and put Fred'... 10 gauge and the .50 behind the seat of my wagon.Naomi took to riding the good gelding scouting, and managed to keep us in small game most days. We were trailing westward near the Arkansas State line (I thought). Before he was killed, Fred had sold me on looking at Colorado as a place to settle and farm. He had mapped out a trail that he thought. He remembered the atrocities he had seen in his short existence. Why did he take this path instead of the other one? As a young man he was always respectful and liked taking care of people. He would open the door for everyone: little old ladies, young kids, people in general. On the weekends he would go visiting the elderly who couldn't leave their houses. He would do minor repairs and heavy lifting for them. Other occasions he would just sit and listen to them. Thinking about those days. We took a walk at the field talked for a while, and soon we were accompanied by our friends and our quality time ended. Suddenly she tells me little crazy thing which I didn’t understood, she say I want to go on roof of our campus. I was little confused what was on roof I told her that it’s really not that easy if we get caught we’ll be in big trouble.She somehow made me agree to her wish and I took her to the terrace of our campus. We sat there for a while enjoying the view. She stood numb,. For she loved her little sister more than anything. “Hey Hunter,” Penelope carried several boxes. They had finished unloading the vehicle. “Can I go jogging?” Hunter asked. “Sure,” Mom smiled. Hunter went to her cabin and changing into jogging clothes. She wore shorts and a light pink t-shirt with tennis shoes. As she jogged around the lake, she could feel the cold breeze flow through her thick hair. While she enjoyed the weather, she came upon a rocky cave. “Strange,” Hunter was curious, so.