To sum the last week and a half in Madison's mind was to a proportion much like Cadentia had been when she'd begun moving her things over from the Hotel Penny - unfathomable. The dimensions of her life with Glenn had become so stretched that the past seemed very much alive in her present, and the future was an uncertain as it ever had been. Before Elijah had left, and after she'd first set foot in Rhy'Din. But even those events, those milestones in her life, were not like this. Then, she had been alone both times. But recently, on the edge of the worlds they knew, the Outlaw and her had forged some road to share to discover what lay buried. Only, what Glenn had found had disturbed him so furiously, that he had pushed her away and now, he was gone. As quickly as he had come into her life he had left it. It only seemed fitting.
She was in what had been, for years, an abandoned house out West. Madison did not know for how long it had been filled with the family that the two had walked in on, but long enough that their acres were tendered and thriving and after excursion, she'd seen the family, still nameless but for its sole survivor, Maida, owned some cattle. They were not doing well, which put it at closing on a week since anyone had looked at them. Between the last feed and Glenn and Madison arriving, someone had murdered the patriarch, and left the kid alone and starving. Unless, as it may have been, the assailant didn't even know of the child hiding in the shed. Whichever the case, the house was abandoned again, or rather, was due to be in an hour when Madison took to the trail and back to Rhy'Din.
A matter of days ago they had ridden to Glenn's side of the West for him to find his family in York, his hometown. Only, his brother Frankie, a Lawmen, was dead and with him had perished his wife and their daughter. Sheriff and his men had taken Glenn and Madison into custody for questioning, when both of them turned tables and things got ugly. It saw two men die in York, one of which was the Sheriff who had accused Glenn of murdering his own kin, and subsequently paid the price when one of his own men turned table and shot him. By the time the pair had left York, they were responsible for the deaths of citizens of that side of the West, but not of the terms they were arrested for. The Sheriff was one of the conviction that Glenn had shot his brother and had been seen leaving the scene, and was on the road to evade the brutal term. Glenn swore his innocence. The town had gone up in hellfire and the two had left on stolen horseback. Add theft to the list they left behind of their crimes in York. Guilty for them, in self defence. Not guilty for why they were ushered in the first instance.
Glenn, over a long day, had led them through brush and wasteland and meadow for hours until they reached the edge of what an old signpost announced to be DECREPIT. Madison had smirked at that. The house they found matched the description. She couldn't imagine that an estate was named that truly, unless the owners had been in possession of a deprecating sense of humour before their untimely deaths. Glenn, having kidnapped the only surviving Lawmen, tried to persuade some truth out of the man about Frankie's demise, but the man had been tough-lipped. In the end, Glenn had killed him too. Death was everywhere. Before killing the man, while questioning him in the kitchen, Madison had done a survey on the land, and found, in the shed, Maida, covered in blood but unhurt and scared and starved. Beside her, her Father, lay dead, riddled with gunshots. On the line, tattered, bullet-pierced sheets flickered in the breeze. It spoke a mean story.
The full day's stay at Decrepit had done nothing but work the grief deeper into Glenn. Again, he pushed her away, mad at the world, at himself, at the injustice. At not finding any family. It had meant more to him than he could or would say, to have found some Douglas' left. He had drawn into himself and become so distant that Madison had told him, that this time, she would be the one to leave. It was, after all, his business. Whether this murder had anything to do with York was not yet determined, but the killers might return and Madison insisted on getting the girl out of there. She'd reached out to Glenn, despite the misgiving growing between them, when he mounted horse and left her only with the instruction that she should indeed leave, and dig the dead lawmen a grave.
The next morning, resolved to give the man a burial and get little Maida to the safety of Rhy'Din, Madison walked around to the yard and took up the shovel leaning against the shed, and foot to the spade, handle shoved down deep, lifted earth. She wept the whole time.
She was in what had been, for years, an abandoned house out West. Madison did not know for how long it had been filled with the family that the two had walked in on, but long enough that their acres were tendered and thriving and after excursion, she'd seen the family, still nameless but for its sole survivor, Maida, owned some cattle. They were not doing well, which put it at closing on a week since anyone had looked at them. Between the last feed and Glenn and Madison arriving, someone had murdered the patriarch, and left the kid alone and starving. Unless, as it may have been, the assailant didn't even know of the child hiding in the shed. Whichever the case, the house was abandoned again, or rather, was due to be in an hour when Madison took to the trail and back to Rhy'Din.
A matter of days ago they had ridden to Glenn's side of the West for him to find his family in York, his hometown. Only, his brother Frankie, a Lawmen, was dead and with him had perished his wife and their daughter. Sheriff and his men had taken Glenn and Madison into custody for questioning, when both of them turned tables and things got ugly. It saw two men die in York, one of which was the Sheriff who had accused Glenn of murdering his own kin, and subsequently paid the price when one of his own men turned table and shot him. By the time the pair had left York, they were responsible for the deaths of citizens of that side of the West, but not of the terms they were arrested for. The Sheriff was one of the conviction that Glenn had shot his brother and had been seen leaving the scene, and was on the road to evade the brutal term. Glenn swore his innocence. The town had gone up in hellfire and the two had left on stolen horseback. Add theft to the list they left behind of their crimes in York. Guilty for them, in self defence. Not guilty for why they were ushered in the first instance.
Glenn, over a long day, had led them through brush and wasteland and meadow for hours until they reached the edge of what an old signpost announced to be DECREPIT. Madison had smirked at that. The house they found matched the description. She couldn't imagine that an estate was named that truly, unless the owners had been in possession of a deprecating sense of humour before their untimely deaths. Glenn, having kidnapped the only surviving Lawmen, tried to persuade some truth out of the man about Frankie's demise, but the man had been tough-lipped. In the end, Glenn had killed him too. Death was everywhere. Before killing the man, while questioning him in the kitchen, Madison had done a survey on the land, and found, in the shed, Maida, covered in blood but unhurt and scared and starved. Beside her, her Father, lay dead, riddled with gunshots. On the line, tattered, bullet-pierced sheets flickered in the breeze. It spoke a mean story.
The full day's stay at Decrepit had done nothing but work the grief deeper into Glenn. Again, he pushed her away, mad at the world, at himself, at the injustice. At not finding any family. It had meant more to him than he could or would say, to have found some Douglas' left. He had drawn into himself and become so distant that Madison had told him, that this time, she would be the one to leave. It was, after all, his business. Whether this murder had anything to do with York was not yet determined, but the killers might return and Madison insisted on getting the girl out of there. She'd reached out to Glenn, despite the misgiving growing between them, when he mounted horse and left her only with the instruction that she should indeed leave, and dig the dead lawmen a grave.
The next morning, resolved to give the man a burial and get little Maida to the safety of Rhy'Din, Madison walked around to the yard and took up the shovel leaning against the shed, and foot to the spade, handle shoved down deep, lifted earth. She wept the whole time.