Novel & Cerita More Of Us To The West

“It’s true. We are reverse snobs. Any of those ‘new-age’ types who try and gain a foothold in the community have a hard time. Most don’t stick around long. We don’t like change. We like our guns, we like our beef, we like the money from coal and oil. We like to challenge anyone who tries to take it away from us. If you don’t embrace all that is our western way of life…well, we ain’t got time for ya.” Jack tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “So when Henry asks where we’re going to live after we’re married, you’ll say…?” “We’ll split our time between Colorado and Wyoming for now, but after we start having babies, we’ll settle in Sundance because it’s a good place to raise kids and I hav

I have yet to come across an individual who did not admire her as a leader. "Ever since I left your land, I've noticed a rapid increase in rogues moving to the west. Their numbers and pattern aren't what we typically see. During the questioning of a few, it was made clear that they are all moving to the same location. I just haven't been able to get more information on my own before they resort to violence. Do you have any insight that you can share with me?" I sat back in the chair, watching as her hands pressed together tighter.

I whispered to myself but loud enough for them to hear it. "Do you have a plan?" Hiro anxiously asked me. "What do you have in mind, Dylan?" Emman insisted. I simply smiled at them and we continue our journey to the Western Hemisphere. We have a long journey ahead of us and will take weeks before we get there. We can make a lot of preparations and planning before we reached our destination.

What gave us away most was the colour of our skin. "Have you been to the west?" Gregory asked me, and I shook my head. "It is a beautiful place, Luna, and unlike other parts of our world, women have rights and power in the west. They are most appreciated and allowed to take part in leadership. Unfortunately, our luna passed away after a brief illness at a tender age, so we do not have a luna. However, our Alpha is pressing on regardless. Try and pay us a visit someday." He said, and I nodded.

"Okay. Let’s go. To the Pacific Crest, then to the North. We don't look back." "That's my Mars. Now, move. We have a world to hide in."

“Portland’s a clean slate. But only if we want it to be. We can burn this tonight at the new house. Or keep it locked away as a reminder of how far we’ve come. Your call, baby.” I closed my eyes, breathing in his familiar scent. The decision about the drive could wait a few hours. The bigger decision—packing up our healed life and carrying it west—had already been made. As we walked out of the garage together, hand in hand, I glanced back once at the small black rectangle. One final shadow from the syndicate. The movers closed the truck doors with a heavy thud. Time to drive toward whatever came next.

“Felt. And I know. It’s the only way.” We reached the station, crowds spilling onto the sidewalk. Isa handed cash to the driver, and we slipped into the sea of people. The departures board flickered above us. Trains westbound, one after another. My pulse quickened. “There.” I pointed at the late-night line. “Westbound. We take it. We don’t stop until Montana.” Isa hesitated, looking me over as if searching for cracks in my resolve. “You’re sure?” I met her eyes. “I’m sure.”

"You are, in fact, doing a thing. Multiple things if we're being technical. Jumping, yelling, existing as a human being—" Mason cuts him off. "We're all in. Okay? Festival. All four of us showing up to everything. Non-negotiable." He's looking at Lila when he says it, but I feel it land on all of us anyway. "Even if you're dying?" she asks me. "Especially if I'm dying," I say. "I'll just die at your meet instead of at home. That's what friends do." Kai raises his drink. "To dying together at sporting events. That's the dream."

It was time to leave the East Coast and enter new territory. Step one: stay away from the main pack cities. There were five cities that I knew about: Silver City in Vermont, Greenville in Louisiana, Durangille in Montana near the Canadian border, Thorny Gardens in Kansas, and the biggest city of them all was Shadow Crest. It was on the West Coast in Oregon near the California border and covered a huge area of forests and land.