The Oregon Trail Novels & Stories

"He's coming, but, when I can't tell you." Dreading the next few days couldn't happen. I had to be calm. Getting the packs together was going to be hard. We were the biggest pack in America. We stayed in the HOH Rainforest of Washington State. Seattle was a little over four hours away. There was also Port Angeles and Oylimpia. Near us stood Mt. Olympus. Not the one in Greece, but the same name. Suddenly I froze. "There's no way. Is there?" Hercules said startled. "It has to be a coincidence. They were named many years apart "

I can see from my peripheral vision that they'll just murmur something whenever we come across them. Yuji started to run faster. He's already ahead of me. He's running so fast I am having a hard time coping with him. My knees are so tired and I am already catching my breath. Still, I did not stop. I promised the lady that I will catch the thief. The thief turned left so we followed him. The gap between him and Yuji is getting smaller! The three of us kept running and running until we came to a dead end. I realized just now that we are on a narrow street. There are no houses nor any buildings that can be seen from here. We are far from the crowded area earlier.

The high desert of Oregon wasn't a place, it was an atmosphere. A vast, silent exhale of sagebrush, juniper, and sky the color of a faded bruise. County Road 42 was a scratch in the earth, flanked by barbed wire and cattle guards. The Rockhound's Claim was less a store and more of a settlement: a leaning clapboard building, a scatter of rusted mining equipment, and a half-dozen aluminum trailers baking under the relentless sun. A hand-painted sign, blistered by UV, read: "Gems. Supplies. Truth."

I held onto one of the large shipping containers, trying to stand back up, paying less attention to the pain I felt in my knee joints and the sharp sting that kept pounding on my head from that heavy metal slam. "Why don't you try and stop me while you can..." he said as he started cutting the rope. I tried to move with haste, but my body failed me, and I crumbled back down. I stood back up, even though my knees felt like they had been detached from my legs. "Mom!" I heard a yell as Colt made his way toward us in haste with some of my men. While some of the enemy's men also came out of their hiding spots, and in a blink, the whole place turned into a bloodbath.

The familiar notes enveloped them, offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. Gradually, Rithanya succumbed to sleep, her features relaxing as the tension left her body. Amma's lullaby continued, a soothing backdrop to the road that stretched before them. The car continued its journey, the landscape changing as they moved forward. Mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks shrouded in mist. Trees formed a canopy, dappling the road with patches of sunlight. The air was crisp, the breeze carrying with it a sense of renewal.

Here he was below the border, about to run off a huge horse herd, and in a few days or weeks he would be going up the trail to a place he had barely even heard of. Most of the cowpokes who went north from Lonesome Dove just went to Kansas and thought that was far—but Montana must be twice as far. He couldn’t imagine what such a place would look like. Jake had said it had buffalo and mountains, two things he had never seen, and snow, the hardest thing of all to imagine. He had seen ridges and hills, and so had a notion about mountains, and he had

“In California, not Oregon.” “Over seventy million dollars in gold was panned out of the Rogue River. My great-grandfather had the gold fever bad, but after he had the run-in with the red pack leader living in the area and because none of our kind lived there, he returned to Colorado to be with our pack. ”Caleb combed his fingers through Diana’s hair, separating the silky strands over her shoulders. “Who would have ever thought my ancestor was the one to set things right with this same pack. But it appears the bad seed continued through Alfred, and he managed to take over like his great-grandfather.”

Issa sat on the right, seat belt neat, Bunny at one side, her hair half pinned up with a lavender clip, her face full of the false dignity of someone who, five minutes ago, had argued because she didn’t want to sit down if the seat belt was “pressing on her aura.” The SUV rolled slowly down from the cabin area, over the wet gravel road, then onto the two-lane road winding between the pines. The morning was lightly bright. Not full sun. Oregon didn’t like showing off like that. Soft light fell across the windshield, green hills moved slowly past us, and the last of the fog curled low over the small fields like a blanket no one had bothered to fold. I opened a snack bag in my lap. Trail mix. V

Her sides expanded and contracted with heavy, rhythmic breaths, the faint smell of sweat rising from her coat. I let my eyes close softly, inhaling deeply. Forcing a grimace down, my eyes snapped open at the sound of the heavy thrum of hooves. Soon, Tiffany came sprinting towards the side of Olarya, her brown coat now darker, as she halted beside us. The brown horse was a good six inches shorter than Olarya. Lifting my gaze from the horse, I let them settle on Stella’s rather ill-composed form. Strands of her red hair had strayed out of the bun she’d put the bundle in, the top of her cotton shirt she wore rumpled.

The University of Pakihi is suited in Igria country, they decided to establish themselves there and they have spread their business to about 15 countries. Daryl and her parents dwell in Erin the only biggest city in Igria country. All the houses in Erin are giants that could sweep one off their feet. Daryl heard from her parents that they're from Swala country but she hasn't visited not even once. She has been to many countries but her country no!