In any case, Tamsen just shook her head. “I never told anybody.”
“Excuse me on the off chance that I don’t trust you.” He got together the reins, prepared to swing into the seat, however Tamsen contacted his arm for his consideration, as fast like she were contacting a hot iron.
“I’m heartbroken, Charles,” she said, in a soft tone. “Pay attention to me, will not you? I’m not as terrible as you might suspect.”
He squinted and dismissed. The mountains that had appeared as though far off symbolic representations, battered tears in the smooth shell of blue sky, presently appeared to be far nearer. He could make out snow-covered pinnacles, valleys currently frozen over with ice that won’t ever soften. He needed to rush.
“No,” he said at last, however he actually wouldn’t take a gander at her. He considered Lewis Keseberg’s hot, bourbon loaded breath, and the careless way he’d jumped after Stanton, practically like a creature. It was absolutely impossible that Tamsen would permit a man like him into her bed, or even, he trusted, contrive with him by any means. He let out a murmur. “I guess you are not.” He realized Tamsen was similar as the actual gun—incredible, lethal even, however just when placed in some unacceptable hands.
He looked down at his own, then, at that point grasped the reins, mounted, and prodded his pony into a dash.
My dearest Margie,
I’m lost. For how long, I can presently don’t say with certainty. I keep in touch with you as a redirection, to lift my spirits. I couldn’t say whether I will run over another person, somebody who will send this letter en route to you. In the event that I don’t, I’ll leave it by a stream or other spot where it has a possibility of being found.
My food is no more. There is no game to be had. I’m simply ready to endure as a result of what I gained from Miwok Indians I met years prior, “diggers” compelled to scavenge for their endurance. I have been trying different things with anything that looked palatable, considerably unpleasant oak seeds and weeds, but since of the dry spell even these are hard to come by. I might’ve killed and eaten my pony in the event that I figured I could escape the wild by walking. I might in any case be compelled to, if things don’t improve soon, however the idea fills me with aversion.
In this close insane state, I as of late staggered on the remaining parts of what seemed to be a camp. There was a clearing with a ring of stones laid around an old fire pit. Because of time and climate a solitary harsh shelter of unstripped logs was self-destructing, its rooftop fell. I moved through the soil around the fire pit and discovered things that made me think white men had been here, a gathering of miners, undoubtedly: a tin espresso mug, a half-rotted book of songs with large numbers of the pages detached (no question for fuel), a couple of silver coins, two void jugs that could just have contained bourbon. Among these couple of things, be that as it may, there were many, many pieces of bone. There probably been down here in the relatively recent past, I thought, however there was none at this point.
The bones were interested, be that as it may: too huge to even consider being hare, some unacceptable shape to be deer. I put my disarray on a wooziness welcomed on by starvation, or possibly it was only that I some way or another expected reality, a fact too terrible to even think about considering out and out.
It wasn’t until I went into the shelter that I understood something grim had occurred here. There were human skulls dispersed with regards to the floor of the cottage. They’d been aired out, every last one of them, like slammed in with rocks. The long bones I found there were obviously human, with their more slender cortical dividers. The tops of the significant bones—the ones found at the joints, hips and shoulder, etc—were not unblemished, which they would be if the body had been torn or self-destructed, yet gave unmistakable indications of cutting. Without a doubt, there was a corroded ax close by; there could be no doubt of how these individuals had met their end.
I stumbled outside, woozy from frightfulness. Whose camp was this? Bridger and Vasquez had advised me of disappeared miners quite a long while back, and this must be it. I found prospecting instruments, pickaxes and digging tools, disintegrating under certain shrubberies.
I battled to review the number of men Bridger hosted said were in that gathering. What might have happened to them? Who had killed them? Was it the Anawai? None of the proof highlighted them, however none pointed away from them, by the same token. The reason was similarly prone to have been a conflict among the gathering that gained out of influence. A crazy outsider staggering free and clear. A bunch of criminals, tormenting them to surrender a reserve of gold they were certain the men were stowing away. There are, I assume, quite a few reasons a gathering of men may have turned on each other.
Despite the fact that I am not one to scare effectively, I realized I was unable to go through the night there. I rode away as fast as my pony would take me, anxious to leave it a long ways behind.
I have been riding from that point onward.
Margie, seeing that this may be an ideal end for me, it appears to be not out of the question that I ought to clarify why I chose not to stay with you in Independence yet proceeded with west. While we had discussed it—and favor you for doing whatever it takes not to stop me—I didn’t give you the full truth. You asked me, before I left, why I was so entranced with Indian legends and I furnished you the response a great many people will acknowledge, to be specific an oddity about their methodologies, a craving to balance their convictions with those of Christianity, etc. I didn’t intend to beguile you or speak condescendingly to you yet was anxious about the possibility that that in the event that I talked with straightforwardness, you may reconsider about wedding me and I was reluctant to lose you. Here in the wild, I’ve had a lot of time to ponder our time together, to contemplate you, and I see since I should’ve revealed to you my actual intentions. Excuse me for not confiding in you with reality before now.