ATR Ch. 2JMJATR Ch. 2 by A-Little-Tea-Rat
THE DALTON AND THE NIGHTINGALE
A shiver ran through Jack as he slowly opened his eyes to his dismal surroundings. It seemed as though he had been locked in a dungeon in some dark castle made even more miserable by a flood of water about a foot or so deep from the bottom. He closed his eyes again desolately, for his head felt quite heavy and achy and his body limp. His ringing ears pierced through to the middle of his head causing a splitting headache, and he felt overall like a block of wood soggy and half submerged in a pool for over a week.
Looking up he saw that he naturally was not in any sort of dungeon in the orthodox sense, and he was in no cave. He had simply fallen into somebody’s well after his flight from the wreckage and not a very deep. It was deep and wide enough however that he knew he could not climb out of it. The stones were also as smooth as the wind-cut trenches in the canyons that he and his brothers had hidden in with their stolen loot in the past.
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“Quick! Hurry up, you deadweights!” Joe hissed, waving his hand toward him violently. “Get in!”
“Hey, Joe, come on, we’re the ones carrying the loot,” groaned Jack as he reached the wagon door. “We’re going as fast as we can.”
“Yeah, you’re not carrying anything,” said William.
“Someone needs to be prepared for their gun fast at all times!” snapped Joe flicking the corner of his hat. “And that’s me!”
“Hey, guys, guess what I got!” exclaimed Averell excitedly.
William shoved the bags in his arms into the cab, and all three of Averell’s brothers turned to the youngest with annoyance.
Holding out his prize, Averell beamed.
“A pie plate?” said William.
“Now all we need,” said Averell, “is some eggs and some flour and some sugar and some peaches, and we can make a cobbler pie!” He licked his lips savoring the tho