Willows run, p.1
Willow's Run, page 1
Willow's Run
Children of a Changed World, Volume 1
Alice Sabo
Published by Alice Sabo, 2020.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
WILLOW'S RUN
First edition. August 4, 2020.
Copyright © 2020 Alice Sabo.
ISBN: 978-1393586760
Written by Alice Sabo.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
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Chapter 1
CHING, CHING, CHING.
The bells on the horses’ harnesses set the pace for the arrival song heralding their entrance into town. Willow sat tall on the wagon’s seat, full of excitement and anticipation. This was the beginning of a new endeavor, the start to a whole new career for her, and she had to admit to a bit of nervousness behind all the elation.
The trumpet was a bit sharp to her ears, and the accordion was a beat behind, but they were getting better with practice. She led the arrival song, loud and clear, all the voices joining in volume if not exactly harmony. The drum, this time, was spot on, and she felt a rising pride in how good they must look marching down the road.
Two pairs of Heavy Silvers pulled the big Circuit wagon which held the exchange and mail booths, storage lockers and rows of seats along the top. The horses were large and muscular with mottled gray coats and pale gray manes and tails. Powerful and intelligent, they were the first thing that had drawn her to the Circuit. They were beautiful and fully aware of it. Their coats had been brushed until they shone, with manes and tails falling like silk. Heads high, bells ringing, they looked magnificent.
Willow could feel the people gathering ahead on the road that led into the town of Longview. Her father, Wisp, had taught her how to use her mental skills, even though she had a few extra abilities that he hadn’t seen before. She knew how to open her senses without becoming overwhelmed by the presence of too many people. It was a skill he had perfected, so that he could live in a community. And she was grateful to have had him as a teacher, guiding her through the challenges as her skills manifested. Reaching her senses down the road, she was glad to feel a general welcome and excitement that matched her own. Her crew seemed to feel it too. She felt their spirits rise in anticipation.
Things were different this time around. She had been out on the Circuit wagons many times, but this was her first along this route. First time with this crew and first time this early in the year, but the greatest difference was that she was the Circuit Boss. Anything and everything that happened along this circuit would be her responsibility. It was up to her to make sure they got profitable exchanges, fulfilled their duties to the outlying towns and kept her crew out of trouble. Since it was the early spring circuit, she didn’t expect too many problems. Each season had its own peculiarities and expectations, but spring was one of her favorites. They had seeds to deliver and some livestock that they’d picked up from the train station along with the mail. At every stop, the wagon would be cheered into town in anticipation of the good things it brought.
Beside her on the wagon seat, William Winter, the Judge, sat stern and silent in his black coat and hat. He was only in his mid-thirties, but his hair had already begun to go gray, and he had deep lines on his face that made him look annoyed all the time. Willow thought it came from all the hours he’d spent studying law with her uncle Nick. She knew that something bad had happened to William a long time ago. When she’d tried to learn more about it, her father had told her it wasn’t any of her business. However, that bad experience had made William determined to become a judge. He had only been doing it a few years, but he had a reputation as someone who was very careful and always fair. She was proud to have him on her crew.
The trumpet cut off, and the drumming stumbled a little. They were at the Gathering Place, and she’d almost missed the turn. She belatedly called out the orders to stop the music and have the crew prepare for set up. The Heavies pulled the big wagon into the open space with the Pantry wagon coming around behind them.
“Can’t daydream like that,” William murmured.
“Sorry,” she said, biting her lip. He wasn’t really in charge, she was, but he was a lot older and had more experience than she did. She appreciated his gentle reminder.
She climbed down from the driver’s seat ready to sort out the chaos of set-up. Each Gathering Place was different but arranged on the same plan. There was a parking area for the big wagon, pantry wagon and any supplementary wagons, a latrine, water pump, sheltered tables for eating, a horse line, corrals for livestock and a large cleared area for their tents. The Menagerie crew, in charge of animals, had their dogs moving the livestock into the waiting corrals. Sheep and goats were making a racket with the dogs yipping behind them. The rest of the crew was already locking the wheels and shifting panels on the big wagon. Regardless of their actual titles–guards, medical, cook, judge–everyone had a setup and takedown chore.
Brilliantly engineered with hidden gears and multiple panels, the long side of the wagon opened up into two booths, one for exchanges and one for mail. Each had a long counter behind which were rows of drawers and cubbies of all sizes and shapes. Right now many of those spaces were empty, waiting for exchanges to come in. Willow loved being in the exchange with all the wooden surfaces worn to a soft patina from the touch of many hands, the smell of the notebooks and ink. She loved talking to people and evaluating the goods.
“Boss?” The mayor of Longview, wearing his badge of office, approached through the growing crowd. He was peering at the crew as if trying to ascertain who was in charge. She’d heard he was easy to work with, but he looked a bit like a disgruntled toad.
She waved. “It’s me, Mayor Booker.” She always tried to get the names of the people she’d be meeting. During the previous circuits, she’d seen that it made a big difference in how well the townies treated the crew. Even though the Circuit brought essentials, medicine, mail and news, not everyone treated them as the self-contained unit that they were. She’d seen mayors and bosses go head to head over trivial matters.
“Oh, it’s Willow Rahara, isn’t it?” Booker said.
“Yes, sir,” she said feeling pleased he’d read the flyers, despite feeling the slight hesitation behind his words.
“Who’s your judge?” he asked craning his neck to try to see above the milling crowd.
“William Winter,” she said, trying to locate him with her mind. “He’s by the goat pen.”
“Thank you. We’ve got a nasty one for him,” Mayor Booker said before marching off.
She didn’t like the sound of that. Micah, the captain of her guards, was setting the strong box of tokens behind the counter of the exchange booth. She went over to have a word. Micah was close to William’s age, but they didn’t seem to get along that well. They had a certain respect for one another, but weren’t all that friendly. She put it down to the fact that neither man was very friendly to anyone in general.
Unlike William, Micah had an open, friendly face. Both he and William had been in and out of High Meadow her entire life. They felt like family even though she didn’t know either of them that well. Micah kept his dark ha
“Have you got a minute?” she asked him.
Micah called Simon over to take his place. Simon and his twin brother Rowan were the youngest guards at sixteen years old, but they were built like their father Kyle, large and strong. They made imposing guards. Despite being brawny, Simon was light on his feet and surprisingly graceful. Willow didn’t mind working with him in the tight confines of the exchange.
Micah walked away from the crowd, beckoning Willow to a quieter spot. “Problem?”
“I think Mayor Booker may be giving us a prisoner for transport.”
“Hmm.” Micah squinted out across the crowd.
“He’s over with William by the goat pen.”
Micah gave her a nod of thanks before heading over there.
Willow noted his aura shifting slightly. It was a skill that she was still learning how to use. Her father had told her that she might be learning her whole life because as she got more life experience, she’d understand more nuances. Colors swirled around every person in different measure. She understood the simple ones of joy, hate, love, but people were rarely filled with just one emotion. Figuring out how to read a flowing aura with the sunshine yellow of love tainted with the deep violet of anxiety, but flecked with the leaf green of happiness was difficult. Especially since that could change in a minute as a person remembered or engaged with someone. She had learned to rely more on her empathy than her special sight.
Micah’s aura was static right now. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but it seemed that he felt a little bored. It was the first day in the first town on the circuit. She couldn’t imagine why he would be bored. She looked around at the crowd lining up and the crew at their duties. Nearly everyone here had top notes of happiness.
A long line had started at the mail booth even though they hadn’t put up the flag to indicate they were open. Katrina, Willow’s assistant, would work the mail booth. The Boss always ran the exchange. The success or failure of the Circuit would lie with the Boss’s ability to make a profit. Aside from all the other duties and services that the Circuit fulfilled, the exchanges were at the heart of it. To keep the Circuits running, every Boss needed to make a profit.
Willow entered the Exchange but didn’t raise the shutters on the counter. She rearranged her workspace until it suited her, placing the journals to one side and hanging the scales. She wiped the counter and did a quick check of the shelves and drawers of all different sizes and the assortment of containers for whatever came in.
Simon stood in the tiny alcove built for the guard. He filled up the space, armed and ready for any trouble. Willow could hear the rumble of the crowd as they chatted in the line. It was going to be a long day, and she couldn’t wait.
Chapter 2
JANE GATHERED HER EQUIPMENT and log books, taking her time, to make sure that her tent was ready before she got there. Well-designed, the medical tent only took two people to set it up. Her assistant and one of the crew could take care of it while she took supplies from the lockers on the back of the big wagon.
When she was ready, she pulled on her official vest, dark red with a small white heart above her own and a larger one on the back that identified her as the Circuit Doc. Slashes on the shoulder indicated her decades of experience. The second one was brand new, and she was feeling very proud about that. She’d been a circuit Doc for a long time, but every run had its own peculiarities. Some runs had been boring; some packed with errors and delays. There was no knowing ahead of time how each one would play out.
She liked Willow and hoped that this run wasn’t too strenuous for a first-timer. Considering her parents, Wisp and Bridget, Jane didn’t doubt that she’d be, at the very least, competent. But a circuit had a life of its own. Strange things happened at the least expected time. This run wouldn’t be any different just because the Boss had a few unusual skills.
Jane ran a skilled eye over the crowd forming in the Gathering Place. The villagers were lean but not looking undernourished. That should indicate that there weren’t any obvious inequities in the food distribution here. No one appeared ill, weak or fragile. Part of her work was to collect the lists of births and deaths to send back to the Statistics Department at High Meadow along with her assessment of the general health of the town. For some places, the Circuit Doc was the only medical care they’d see all year.
Children wandered freely through the crowd. All of them looked reasonably clean for the end of a warm day, well fed and content. Seeing healthy children always made her wonder what would have happened to her if a quirky, gentle man with a cart full of train food hadn’t lured her to safety so many years ago. She would always be thankful to Ted and Nixie for their unending kindness. It was their selfless example that had made her want to give back by studying medicine and working on the circuit.
And with that thought, she turned to work. The medical tent was up before the sleeping tents had even been unpacked. She gave Willow organizational points for that. This crew seemed to have a lot of youngsters, and that could get problematic. But a professional tone had been set right away, and that should bode well for the rest of the run.
Jane had worked on circuits where the crew was so disorganized she’d had to ask her patients to lend a hand to set up the tent. Lisa, her assistant, brought over the folding exam table, and Jane helped her set it up. Small boned and frail-looking, Lisa was surprisingly strong. Together they hung the panels dividing the tent into cubicles. Then Jane told Lisa to plant the red banner with the white heart on it at the corner of the tent. That was the signal that they were open.
As Jane organized her exam area, Lisa brought in a crate of supplies. There were salves, tinctures, herbs and poultices that they had for sale. Jane set them up on a small folding table. Small towns like this might have a midwife, but that was the extent of their healthcare. So the small remedies that the Circuit brought were very important in the day to day. The Circuits only came through three times a year – spring summer and fall. Anyone with a more serious problem would have to try to get to a larger town or to the hospital at High Meadow.
The exam room was simple with just the table and two chairs. The exam table had storage shelves underneath and a slender tray that extended along the side. Everything about the Circuit had been carefully and efficiently designed by the best minds Angus could find.
Jane would make notes on a clipboard of any especially interesting or unusual cases to add to her journal that evening. As the Spring Circuit Doc, she would probably see chronic conditions that had started in the winter. It was her responsibility to keep a detailed report on the Circuit towns. She would be referring back to the Fall Circuit Doc’s notes on each town. Any sign of recurring issues would be reported directly to the new Medical Authority.
Lisa had started her spiel about waiting in line, so Jane was warned of the first patient. She put away the last of the supplies before stepping around the privacy panel to gesture her readiness to her assistant. There was a line forming out the door. They might need to bring the benches down from the top of the wagon if a lot of people were waiting.
A stocky woman, looking annoyed marched toward her. “It’s infected,” the woman announced holding out a swollen hand.
“Sit.” Jane indicated a chair, and her day began in earnest
Chapter 3
MICAH WENT OVER TO the goat pen where William had been brooding. That man was always brooding about something. He’d know William for years, and he’d always been too serious, and when he’d been younger, maybe a little too eager for revenge. He’d always been the first to pick up arms in a crisis and the last to put them down. It was no surprise to Micah when William asked to be a circuit judge. Life could be so much more interesting than dealing with a dry as dust law book. But becoming a judge had changed William, made him quieter and more solemn. And Micah had to admit that he was very good at his job.
Mayor Booker had pulled William aside and was bending his ear about something. He rambled on while William just nodded. Melody, William’s assistant, was watching him with the adoring eyes of a lonely puppy. Micah knew that was a disaster waiting to happen. William was a loner and twice her age. That eventual confrontation was going to be messy. There were always some infatuations, flirting and hurt feelings on a circuit. It couldn’t be avoided when you were with a small group of people all day, every day, for weeks on end. He hoped that William’s continued indifference would cool her off. It wasn’t the best way to manage it, but it might work.
