I heard a faint shout a couple of days ago. I turned around and rode hard to Desolation Point. It was a good thing that I did go back!
Several people had gotten a little close to the edge. They had slipped and fallen over the side.They were hanging on, but losing their grip fast. I threw them a rope and tied the other end to the pack on the camel. Then I edged my way down to them. Eventually we regained the trail. I took them over to the safer trail and sent them on their way with some herbs to ease the pains of the fall.
When I returned to my herd, two of them were not to be found. I searched for them and had almosty given up hope of finding them. This morning, I received a message that a traveler had need of them and borrowed them. They will be back in a couple of days I was told. Seems a couple of nasties had reared their heads and she needed these two sharpshooting spitters to deal with them.
I continued on down the trail, as the camerls will return to the herd on their own when they are no longer needed.
I replenish all the supplies at each oasis as I go. I am glad to see that the supplies are being used. I see that some of the clubs I left at each oasis have been taken. I hope the travelers get good use from them. I carved them to be very strong. Ol Nic O Demon doesn't like them, because they don't break and pack one h#ll of a whollup.
As the Old Goat said, Keep Them Away From Your Face!
One step, and then another, will get you to where you want to be.
Hugs and love to all from the desert.
Larry the Caravan Master
