Deep in the Night: The Ride

This story is actually the ending chapter of a much longer story about these two women so I had to add some long explanations at the front. If comments are good, then I will publish the complete novella. Thanks for reading.

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The old motel on the Shawnee highway had seen better days, but it had been home for weeks and she was sorry to leave the place. The hazy sun streamed in through the worn curtains and put flickering shadows on the blue bedspread and the scent of pinion pine smoke drifted in the air. Some of the Indians in the little settlement down the road still had wood stoves. Jordan didn't notice because she had other things on her mind. She packed her things, including her favorite weapon, the S