The Salt Witch I.Joshua Graham felt very claustrophobic at the moment. More and more, trade routes were opening up from the south, the large crowd from the Mojave, and farther still, California, making their way hesitantly and curiously east, toward the land of Zion. The savage tribals from Utah, North of the Salt Lake, were also growing bolder, seeking new territory. Zion was still under control of the Dead Horses and Sorrows, but for how long?The Salt Witch I. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had, despite numerous attempts at swaying his mind from Daniel, from the Chieftains of the tribes, made his way back to Salt Lake City. The former Legionary had spent many, many of his days there, perhaps too many, but as a Mormon, and a Utahn by birth, he cherished the spot nearly as much as the land of Zion. There were parts of the vast city that were overrun with tribals; East I-80, mainly, but also areas north of the Mormon Temple. The Salt Lake, however, remained deserted.
Blah...Honest Hearts II?"Won't you at least go with me?" Very rarely in history indeed did that gravelley voice have such a tone of beseeching urgency in it. Without gazing upon the figure that ushered that voice, most women would have batted their eyelashes and uttered a quiet and absolute smitten 'yes.'Blah...Honest Hearts II? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A loud snort was what answered Joshua Graham from the darkness. "And miss my Salt Lake sunset? You're out of your burned mind."
"The temple is beautiful at sunset as well," he said impatiently. Over two weeks had passed since the Courier and the Salt Witch had spoken outside this dark cavern of a home. And true to his word, Graham had returned to spend a day with the woman he'd known since he was a boy. She had succeeded in convincing him to stay for more than a day this time, citing their quickly passing lives and the growing unrest near Salt Lake City itself as a reason to spend more time together. He'd agreed to stay the ni