Reuben Moon (Excerpt From Journey)
November 18, 1833
Mescalero Apache Territory
Tonight’s storm, with its cannonade of cosmic
fireballs, took Reuben Moon back to one similar, from
sixteen years past, when he happened upon a creature that
clung to him forever. That night, Wild Horse Canyon had
funneled a fury of water down from Trapper Peak and sent it
raging through the canyon like a battering ram. The night
before had been so crisp and clean that the stars seemed near
enough to grab. Then, when dawn came and the sky should
have lightened, it darkened instead as if a blanket were dropped
over the morning sun. Reuben rode with his back hunched to
the storm and let the paint horse pi...
Journey knew caution, but she didn’t know fear. She wore two amulets around her neck: One had been carved for her from a piece of oak struck by lightning; the other was carved from a green stone by ancient hands long passed, and so Journey felt watched over when she roamed the mountain night and day at will. The knife at her side, traded for at a rendezvous north on the Green River when she was old enough, had never been drawn to do much more than whittle traps and whistles and cages for little animals, though she’d skinned with it, too, and made arrows. Her father, for that’s how she knew him, taught her how, and helped her make a bow. Her first hunting season he called in a wild t...
November 18, 1833
The Sangre de Christo Mountains
New Mexico Territory
Sojourner, sixteen years today, called Journey by those who know her, sat her paint pony bareback on the mountain top under the black November nighttime sky and held her breath as she watched dozens, and tens of dozens, of fire balls streak down from a deep and distant heaven. The sky heaved with an endless cascade of white-hot traces. She had seen shooting stars before: brief kindles of light gone before you blinked. One or two a night--four, maybe, if she stared real hard, and then she’d better be looking in the right place. But this was different. No matter where she looked she saw them:...
“Author Stephen Foreman’s electrifying Journey takes us on a wild, emotional ride with three mesmerizing, unforgettable characters in the Old West of the 1830s. Stephen’s prowess as both an author and screenwriter are in full display as we actually see and feel every moment of the adventure. Unlike most westerns, the title character of Journey is a courageous, irrepressible young woman whose indomitable spirit comes alive like a flaming arrow on each page. Set against the backdrop of social challenges such as slavery and intolerance that still resonate today, Journey is a spellbinding page turner that reminds us of how captivating a great story and charact...