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Several of the men standing around the brave bent over and lifted the man into the air, essentially dragging the unconscious body to the preachers wagon, Bob and his brother made no secret of their contempt for the reverend and in no vague terms expressed their hatred for Indians. Jess who had been walking several feet behind the men had heard their comments and had observed the attitudes of the settlers toward strangers. Jess considered how they might have treated him if he had not saved the lives of the children, would they except him? Especially if they knew his past, who could say. The other men were loading the Indian into the back of the reverends wagon as Daiyu looked on, just then the Indians eyes opened briefly as he looked at the young lady from the corner of his right eye, Daiyu was the only one who had seen this. Melanie had walked up to Jess and thanked him for saving her children, to which Jess smiled slightly. "No need to thank me Ma'am." The inflection in his response hinted to his general attitude of detachment and uncaring, this was fortunately lost on Melanie and so all she saw was a brave man who had risked his own life to save her offspring.

Melanie would perhaps not be so friendly and courteous to Jess if she had known about his past life and his association with the trafficking of children, many of whom were the age of her own. The day had been a harrowing one filled with fear, danger and intrigue, no one felt much like traveling and so the settlers decided to set up Hell on Wheels in their present location. As usual the brothel was set up first, just in case, as the reasoning went, the men became tired from the drudgery of setting up the town and needed a little relaxation, including the married men among them. Next to be erected was of course Pete Bottoms chantey style saloon, the last buildings to be erected were the family dwellings. Though several of the families had welcome Jess into their homes he felt more comfortable sleeping outside in his own bedding. Night soon approached and everyone was safely nestled inside their makeshift homes, while within the covered wagon belonging to the reverence a young Indian brave was struggling to release himself from the bondage which had been forced upon him.

The reverend and his young fair skinned assistant didn't have the sense to keep a watch on their guest, thinking him to still be unconscious from the blow delivered by the stranger Jess Anderson. The brave was young and strong and yet he could not break free of his bindings, but then something horrifying occurred. In his anger and frustration the brave began to exhibit the typical reactions one would expect to find in an injured animal locked within the steel embrace of a hunters foot hold trap. That morning the reverend woke up to discover that the Indian prisoner had escaped from his wagon. The only remnant of the braves incarceration were the shredded scraps of rope strewn over the inside of the hooded wagon.