She was smiling. “It’s worth it,” she whispered conspiratorially.“What is? What’s worth what?” I asked, confused.Tiff said nothing. Charli... grinned and put her hand on my arm reassuringly. “It’s okay, Sam. Tiff and I just had a little side bet about whether you’d actually research cameras last night. See, I told you we could train you!” There was a jubilant look on her face.We got down to business. Tiff had her laptop out and was typing effortlessly at a frantic pace. We already had half our. We came upon a gang of 11 men who were just finishing up an attack on a lone wagon, and they switched their attention to us without a pause. It was easy to see that they were experienced bandits, even if they did lay claim to being Confederate guerillas.They rode toward us with guns blazing. I think that they were caught up in an adrenalin rush, because they were still too far away for their pistols to do much damage. Mary immediately wheeled the wagon toward the trees to try to get some. I had been riding for four days, and I was well out onto the empty plains of Kansas when I ran into my first Indian trouble.I was riding along minding my own business when I heard some gunshots and some weird yelling. I looked around and didn't see anything that could account for the noise, so I sped up to a fast lope, because it sounded like the noise was ahead of me.I topped a small rise and saw the source of the trouble. Three wagons were bunched up and a band of 19 Indians was riding around. She'll see that and wonder why she's different. It's like divide and conquer. Don't be too rude, If she gives you shit, give it back the same way. Just let her know you couldn't care less about her. Her power over you is your interest in her."I didn't know if Paul was baiting me, but it was an interesting concept. He gave me some ideas, and I went to work the next morning with a different mindset.Physically I was the best shape of my life. I worked out quite a bit and ran 5 miles three times a.