Journal Entry 20

I hate drama especially when it involves me. Instead of destroying all of the bottles of alcohol, the Spurs Fort had stored away Joshua, although under protest said we could give the bottles to Hyatt’s Arcade. Hyatt could use the alcohol to increase his business. That way nothing was wasted or destroyed unnecessarily. Marty was also given a few bottles to keep in the infirmary for medicinal purposes.

Me, Cecelia, Matt and Hemy loaded up most of the bottles of alcohol into a wagon. Everything was going fine. Matt and Hemy were acting like goofy lovebirds. Teasing and tickling each other. Matt trips in a hole and twists his ankle, the dumb butt. Hemy has to take Matt limping back home to the Spurs Fort. Cecelia and I continue to Hyatt’s with the wagon of alcohol.

Cecelia and I were making good time when suddenly our journey is interrupted by the Hyenas. We tried to escape but didn’t make it very far. I even broke a couple of bottles of gin over Hyena heads. It didn’t slow down their attack very much. Poor Cecelia was dragged off the road into a field. She was kicking and screaming fighting off the Hyenas the best she could. I wasn’t doing much better fighting off my attackers. One of the Hyenas managed to get my arm behind my back and shoved me to the ground. I hit face first. Things went a little blurry after that. The next thing I knew Tony and his gang came to our rescue. The Hyenas were beat to a pulp and left for dead.

Cecelia and I were walked back home. Cecelia cried all the way home. She was so upset. My heart was pounding out of my chest but I did fine until I reached the front gate of the Spurs Fort. I started to cry and my legs turned into jelly. I nearly fell down. Tony took me into his arms and hugged me. He kissed me on the forehead. He tried to calm my nerves by saying I would be fine. He then looked me straight in the eyes and said I needed to pull myself together. Tony smiled and said I wasn’t some girly girl that would let some fight with a hyena get me down.