Last night, Ol Nic decided to try attacking my camp. That was a mistake on his part. Did he think I wouldn't be watching for him after seeing what he did to the supplies at the oasis? Well, nobody said he was a genius, did they? LOL
He was running with the Tobacco Brothers. My party defended the camp with honor. The brothers were ground out. They fell among the camels and were crumbled into little pieces. All we found this morning were little scraps of them.
As to Nic, I fought him myself. He won't be going anywhere for a while. I put a large helping of Whoop-a$$ on him. We left him laying there this morning when we left. He has no supplies or water. We will see how he likes being in the situation he wanted to leave so many in. If you come across him, do not give him any aid. You will be able to tell it is him by the horrid odor he gives off. It's time he learned that we mean business!!!
I met a few travelers and replaced their camels for them. I give everyone I meet encouragement to continue, and directions if they need them. Several have strayed from the trail and I had to get them back on it.
Wishing all a very safe journey.
One step, and then another, gets you to where you want to get to.
Hugs and love to all.
Larry the Caravan Master