Viaje Al Oeste Novels & Stories

Despite the unrest, it remained a popular destination. I told Miriam I was going to the north pack. She didn’t question it. At the last moment, I would slip away, leaving her behind with a note so she wouldn’t think I had fallen overboard. In the days before my departure, I packed everything I might need for a long stay and read everything I could find about West pack. That proved easy enough—the newspapers were filled with it. Reports of rebellion, massacres, disease. General Weyler’s camps were described in horrifying detail.

He stretched lazily, like they'd just finished a pleasant conversation, not something that would likely doom countless lives. "Rest good tonight," he said, his tone light, almost friendly. He looked down at Callie, still kneeling before him, and his smile widened just a fraction. "From tomorrow… We journey west."