Long Road Home

By Marie Frymier

In the first book of this series, Shadow Mountain
(by Honor Stone), Native American, Jonathan
Dark Wolf Morgan is reunited with his two
young sons, Raven and Hawk, after difficult
circumstances had torn them apart. In this
second book, Long Road Home, Dark Wolf is
faced with new challenges, as he learns the truth
about his past from an old mountain woman,
Hattie Gray.

Through the trauma of her past, Hatties
memories of many significant portions of her life
have been long buried. Through a dream, these
memories are now stirred and recalled to mind.
Her life is changed by these new recollections,
and she realizes that she must confront certain
people and feelings if she is ever to have peace.
New characters are introduced, bringing
adventure, romance, peril, humor, heartaches,
and victories. Follow their story as they
intermingle to begin a journey that will reward
them for their efforts to find their own personal
road home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477257289

Marie Frymier

Marie Frymier was born in Jackson, Michigan, in the early 1950’s. The family soon moved to the mountains of West Virginia, the childhood home of her mother, where Marie’s earliest memories began to be made. Her parents divorced when she was very young, and she and her two siblings remained in the care of her mother, who never remarried. During her early childhood, Marie was privileged to live in both Florida and West Virginia, due to job opportunities for the various members of the family. As a teenager, she was blessed to spend the most culturally-rich year of her life in Alexandria, Virginia, enjoying all of the historical sites and centers of Washington, D.C. Through various travels with her own employment positions, she also lived in Colorado, and later traveled through Montana, where she fell in love with the awesome beauty and power of the Rocky Mountains. Even though her employment opportunities brought her back East to West Virginia, where she now resides, her heart is still drawn to the wonderful characters who undoubtedly existed in the Rockies. When there, she found the spirits of the people of the plains, the mountains, the gold mining towns, and the frontier families to be very much alive. It is her belief that the characters in her stories may have existed at one time, and that she is just the instrument by which they can share their story with the reader. Marie enjoys a marriage that includes five children and fourteen grandchildren, and, when not actively writing, she is currently employed as a medical transcriptionist, working from her home. She hopes to soon complete the third and final book in this series, and then move on to the next series. Note: Marie has used her pen name, Honor Stone, on some past projects.

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© 2012 by Marie Frymier. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/22/2012

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Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER ONE

A large glop of mud hit the side of the little girl’s face, and her tongue caught the musty taste of the wet soil just before her teeth clenched upon the grit. She wiped the mud away slowly, and her eyes moved from left to right, studying each face in the group of attackers. She had done nothing to provoke this treatment; however, even at her young age of five, she knew she could not physically resist them, so she stood firmly, taking the unwarranted punishment, the jeers, the cruelty. With mud-caked hair, in tattered dress and bare feet, and staring unblinkingly at the others, the little girl squatted down and felt the ground around her, hoping to find a stone big enough to throw and hit at least one of her torturers. But while she was down, the other children began walking in a circle around her, repeatedly chanting her name and telling her to go away.

Her piercing eyes watched them all as they each passed in front of her. Still fumbling on the muddy soil around her, her right hand finally found a stone big enough to inflict at least a portion of the pain she felt in her heart. Her fingers enfolded it and she stood. Turning slowly around, she watched and listened to them all and decided that the biggest boy in the circle would be her target. She quickly raised her hand, took aim, and let the rock fly. It sailed, swift and sure, and the child smiled inside when she saw the boy grab his crotch and fall to the ground. As he rolled around and squalled, the others ran to comfort him, and the little girl took the opportunity to escape. Her bare feet were oblivious to the pain that would otherwise have stopped them as they carried her speedily away, through the forest, across the creek, beyond the next meadow, far from the angry shouts. The cruel words and laughter continued inside her head, even though her ears were filled with the rapid pounding of her heart. Her little chest began to heave as razor-like breaths filled her lungs, but she continued running until she entered the forest at the foot of the mountain and finally collapsed in a heap beneath an enormous tree. The rays of sun glinting through between the tree branches tapped her skin, but did not make her feel warm.

Gasping for breath, the girl bowed her head, covered her eyes with dirty hands, and cried. It seemed everyone but her knew something about her, something terrible, that made them despise her very existence. I’m so little, she thought. Why do I have such big troubles? She had no mother or father to go home to, but she didn’t know why. She had no place to even call home, except the earth she now sat upon. She didn’t know where her old, ragged dress and undergarment had come from, but she knew she could not wear it much longer. All she wanted was to be where the other children were, to be learning the things they learned, and to join in their play. But it was obvious they did not want her there.

The child’s sobbing was interrupted when a large shadow fell over her. She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of a big, bearded man holding a dead rabbit in one hand and a large knife in the other. The child began to shake violently and closed her eyes. Her tears began again and she at last accepted the fact that she was going to die. With all of the misery in her life at that moment, death did not seem a formidable option. She watched as the man skillfully tied the rabbit’s hind feet and fastened the string to his belt. Closing her eyes tightly again, she sat there sobbing, waiting for the darkness of death to wrap itself around her, like a warm blanket. But to her surprise and amazement, she was scooped up from the ground and held by two gentle arms. She opened her eyes and looked at the face of her rescuer. His beard and sun-baked skin seemed rough and somewhat frightening, but then the little girl noticed the gentle smile and the kindness in the big man’s eyes. She was overwhelmed by relief, but as she attempted to smile back at him, exhaustion overtook her, and she fainted against his shoulder.

Hattie Gray sat bolt upright in her bed, gasping for breath. She rubbed her eyes and swiped at her wrinkled forehead, which was wet with sweat. She then noticed her long, faded flannel gown and her long, stringy, gray hair were also wet. Her sixty-year-old body ached as though she had been running a race and was fully spent. Throwing back the covers, she set her feet on the cold floor. Frowning, she stood and made her way to the cabin door. She yanked it open, went outside, and seated herself on the top step of the porch. The night air was crisp and breezy, and the moon shone brightly. Hattie leaned against the post, and it reminded her of a time, nearly a year before, when a young boy named Raven had sat talking with her about his fears. It was a night much like this one, after a thunderstorm. Hattie looked up at the moon and watched as several small dark clouds passed before it. She welcomed the cool air on her hot, sweaty skin. As she looked away from the moon, she wondered again at what had caused her to awaken so suddenly. Then she remembered. I had a dream. Only, it wasn’t a dream. It was real. It was me. And it was so long ago. Aloud, she continued her thought, I remember now. I remember everything. What was it they said? Oh, yeah. Changing her voice to a high-pitched whine, Hattie said, Hattie Gray, go away! Hattie Gray, go away! She stood and walked back into the cabin. Still speaking aloud, she added, "Well, Hattie Gray did go away. And she’s a better person for it, too." In silence, Hattie allowed the floodgates of the long-hidden past to open wide, and she began to reminisce about the kind, gentle man who saved her that day. His name was Titus McGregor, and he proved to be a wonderful friend.

Hattie built a fire in the grate and sat on the floor before it, a ragged multi-colored patchwork quilt wrapped around her. For hours she stared at the pleasant, warm dancing flames and relived old scenes that had locked themselves away in a place she had forgotten. It had been bothering her for quite some time that she had been unable to answer Raven’s and Hawk’s questions about how old she was and how long she had been on the mountain. Perhaps subconsciously she had prayed to remember, though she had also found some degree of contentment in not knowing. One minute she wondered if remembering was a blessing, and the next minute found her wondering if it was a curse. But whichever it was, or even if it was a little of both, she knew it had much to do with the making of the person she had become.

She blinked her eyes and looked around her. The sun had risen and begun to remove the shadows from inside the cabin. She felt an aching in the pit of her stomach and decided it was time to eat breakfast. After putting the quilt away and punching at the dying embers, Hattie washed her face and hands in cold water and dried them. Staring into a broken piece of unframed mirror glass, she saw the mixed emotions in her own eyes. So many dark mysteries were becoming clear, and with them the heartaches, the joys, the indifference. She questioned, Why now? Why not while I was still young enough to do something to make my life better? Still looking at herself, she said aloud, Well, Hattie Gray, there must be a reason for all this. And Titus, God rest his soul, would expect somethin’ from ya now that ya’ve got yer mind back. So ya better figger it out and get busy.

Turning away, Hattie busied herself with eating a light breakfast, dressing and grooming herself, and completing her chores. As the sun shone brightly on the crisp, sparkling ground and began to push the frost back and away, Hattie tied a small pack on her horse and prepared to make her way over the top of the mountain to the home of her friend, Dark Wolf, and his two sons, Hawk and Raven. She now remembered some things that she knew she must share with them. And after that, there was some business she must attend to for her own self.

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Clutching her rag doll to her chest, Rachel Hill, now three years old, came running into the ranch house, her long brown curls bouncing and her bright eyes wide with excitement. She stopped when she saw her grown up sister, Jessie, coming toward her. Pointing to the door, Rachel cried, Somebody coming, Jessie! Somebody coming!

Jessie stooped down to embrace the child and asked, Who is coming, Rachel?

"Big man! Biiiig man coming!" Rachel exclaimed.

Jessie picked up her little sister and said, Come on, Rachel. Show me. She opened the cabin door just as a very large man approached the yard. The child had been correct in her description of the stranger. He was, indeed, a very big man, and the horse on which he rode was most certainly the biggest horse Jessie had ever seen.

Rachel hugged Jessie’s neck tightly and said, See, Jess? Big man!

Jessie set Rachel down and waited for the stranger to dismount. She felt her skirts being pulled as the child hid behind her.

The man dismounted and tied his horse to the hitching post. He took off his hat as he approached the house. In a deep, husky voice, he said, "Howdy, ma’am. I saw when I come past yer road that this here’s the Logan-Cutler Ranch. Do ya have someone here by the name of Seth Logan?"

Rachel popped her head out from behind Jessie’s skirt and said, Mr. Seth?

Putting her hand down gently on Rachel’s cheek, Jessie said to the man, May I know who is asking for Seth?

Why, sure, Miss Ma’am. I’m Zachariah, Seth’s little brother.

Jessie could not stifle the laugh that immediately rose up inside her. She laughed so hard she grabbed the porch post with one hand and laid her other hand on her stomach. Then she blushed and apologized, I am sorry, Zachariah. You may be Seth’s brother, but you certainly aren’t little. Still chuckling, Jessie picked up her sister again and went down the steps to join the burly man with wild, slightly graying, dark, shoulder-length hair, close-cut beard and mischievous eyes. She reached out her hand and said, It’s nice to meet you, Zachariah. My name is Jessie. Looking at the now timid child, she added, And this is Rachel, my little sister.

Zachariah gripped Jessie’s hand firmly and shook it vigorously as he said, Pleased to meet you, too, ma’am. You sure are purty! Are you Seth’s wife?

This time stifling her urge to laugh, Jessie smiled and said, Oh, no. She’s in the house. Her name is Elizabeth.

Turning his hat nervously in his hands, Zachariah looked around and said, Well, can ya tell me where my brother is?

Oh, of course. He and Curtis and Eli… those are my brothers… went into town to get some supplies, but they should be back soon. I’ll go and get Elizabeth. You are welcome to come up and sit and rest. She turned and started back up onto the porch.

The man followed, lumbering up the steps. Don’t mind if I do, ma’am.

When they reached the top step, Rachel squirmed to be released, and when Jessie set her down, she took off running into the house, shouting, MissWizzabeff! Miss Wizzabeff! Big man here!

Elizabeth Logan, the well-respected lady of the ranch, rushed toward the hallway from where the little voice came. I’m here, Rachel! I’m here! She saw the child running toward her just as Jessie came into the house. What is it, child? She stooped down and waited for Rachel to tell her what had excited her so.

After closing the door quietly behind her, Jessie rushed down the hallway to where Elizabeth was listening intently to Rachel’s excited chatter. Elizabeth, we have company! It’s Seth’s brother, Zachariah. He’s on the porch.

Elizabeth stood and said, Oh, my! Seth hasn’t seen his brother for over thirty years! This is wonderful! I’ll go and invite him in. You let Sarah know we will need an extra place set at the table for dinner. She began walking toward the door and added, Make some tea, Jessie, or coffee, or something.

Jessie said, He looks more like a coffee man to me. She took her little sister’s hand and said, Come on, Rachel. Let’s go find Sarah."

When Elizabeth opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, the man stood and walked toward her with his hand outstretched. Taking his hand and shaking it firmly, Elizabeth said, I’m Elizabeth Logan. Jessie tells me you are Seth’s brother.

Yes, ma’am. I’m Zachariah Logan.

Indicating the chair where he had been sitting, Elizabeth said, Please, sit down. I’ll join you. They sat, and Elizabeth said, "Seth tells me he has not seen you for over thirty years. He will be so pleased to see you! Have you come far to get here? And how did you find him? Then looking at the large honey-colored horse with blonde mane, tail, and socks, tied at the post, she asked, And just what kind of horse is that? He’s beautiful!"

Zachariah laughed and said, Hold on, ma’am. Which question do ya want me to answer first?

"Oh, I am sorry. I’m just so thrilled that you are here."

Quite alright, ma’am. First, I’ll say that I did come a very long way. From up in Alaska Territory. And it was by chance I found out where my brother was. I happened to be headed down to search for him, and I came upon Mary’s family. Quickly turning to Elizabeth, he blushed and said, Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am. I don’t mean to hurt yer feelin’s none by mentioning Mary.

Elizabeth smiled. No apology necessary, Zachariah. My feelings are not hurt. Mary was Seth’s wife before me. I knew her well, as she lived here on the ranch, too, until she took ill and passed. She was a very important part of Seth’s life for a very long time before she died. And she will always have her place in his heart, just as Seth knows my dear departed Thomas will always have his place in mine. Continue, please.

Well, her family told me that she had passed on and showed me the letter from Seth telling about her death and where he was working and living. So I began to head on down this way and finally asked enough people to point me in the right direction, and… well… here I am.

Smiling broadly, Elizabeth said, "And I’m so very happy that you are. Looking again at the horse, she said, Now you must tell me what kind of horse you are riding."

"It’s called a Belgian. His name is Dan, ’cept when we’re arguin’ about somethin’. Then, it’s Dan’l!" He pointed to the horse, who had perked up his ears at hearing his name, and was flaring his nostrils and snorting.

Elizabeth laughed and stood. She began walking to the steps as she said, Well, I’m going to go and see this magnificent animal. Over her shoulder, she added, And I shall call him Dan.

The horse stood still, but watched Elizabeth closely and sniffed the air as she walked around him. His muscles quivered as she touched his shoulder, but he did not move.

Zachariah joined her, and the horse stomped his foot. See? But I know he likes me, even when he’s bein’ contrary.

Stepping to the front and pulling the bridle downward so that she could look the horse square in the face, Elizabeth said, Well, I like you, Dan, and we are going to be great friends. Turning to face Zachariah, she said, I do hope you and Dan can stay with us, at least for awhile.

Well, ma’am, that all depends.

On what?

On whether I find what I’m lookin’ for.

Elizabeth crossed her arms on her chest and said, I’m not usually so bold, Zachariah, but may I ask what it is you are looking for… besides Seth?

Zachariah scratched his head and said, Well, you can ask, ma’am, but I’m not sure I can answer.

Smiling, and trying not to laugh, Elizabeth said, Oh, I see. It’s personal. Then petting the horse’s big jaw and nose, she said, Okay. I’ll accept that. But until you figure out if you have found it or not, you are welcome to stay here. How does that sound?

With a sigh of relief that she didn’t question him any further, Zachariah nodded and said, That sounds just fine ma’am. Putting his hat on again, he quickly added, Say, is there room in that barn there for my horse?

Elizabeth turned to face the man, who’s very presence seemed to dwarf her. She said, Please, call me Elizabeth. And, yes, there is plenty of room in the barn for Dan. If not, we will simply remove a wall between two stalls and make a place for him. She untied the reins from the post and began leading him toward the barn.

Dan followed without any hesitation, turning his head only slightly to see if his master was noticing how cooperative he was being.

Zachariah grinned and shook his head, then hurried to catch up with Elizabeth. He was amazed at this woman, several years his senior, as was his brother. She was so dignified and feminine, yet she seemed to be fearless around this powerful animal, having an air of strength and determination about her.

When they entered the barn, the other horses watched from their stall doors, and some nickered a soft welcome.

Elizabeth stopped. Dan, you stay right here. Zachariah, come with me. They walked on, looking from side to side until they found two empty stalls beside each other.

Elizabeth turned to Zachariah. Well, what do you think? Will one of these do? Or should we take the boards down between them?

Opening the door of the first stall and looking it over, Zachariah said, Oh, I believe just one side or the other will do for tonight. I don’t want you to be knockin’ any walls down. Then, indicating the other stall with his hand, he added, I’ll just make myself a bed in the one next to it.

Totally taken aback by his suggestion, Elizabeth turned to face him and said, Nonsense! You will stay in the house with the rest of the family.

Taking his hat off again, Zachariah said, Now, ma’am, . . . Elizabeth, I do thank you for yer offer, but I don’t sleep well with other folks around. I like my own place when I’m tired.

Seemingly ignoring the big man’s request, Elizabeth turned and looked at the dark silhouette of the huge horse against the bright sunlight of the doorway behind him. She said, Come here, Dan. Let’s see how well this stall fits you.

The massive horse-shaped shadow began to move closer, until finally Elizabeth could see him plainly again. She grabbed the reins and walked him to the stall doorway. Starting his head through the wide opening, she stepped back and waited for the rest of him to enter and turn around. When he did, she closed the gate and said, You look good in there, Dan. As an afterthought, she said, Oh, my! I forgot to let you take the saddle and bridle off of him.

Zachariah quickly said, That’s fine, Elizabeth. I’ll take care of him d’rectly. Now, about my space… .

Elizabeth interrupted him, saying, Come with me, please.

Feeling a bit awkward, Zachariah followed her in silence. She stopped at a door near the end of the barn where they had entered. She swung the door open wide to reveal a very large room with a bed, a table and two chairs, and a stand with a washbasin, above which hung an oval mirror in a bronze frame. A large wardrobe stood in one corner with a chest of drawers next to it. A pot-bellied stove stood in the center of the room, with a coal bucket and small shovel on the floor beside it. Some pots and pans dangled on hooks above a small wood-fueled cook stove, and to the left of that was a corner cabinet, its glass upper door revealing a few plates, cups, bowls, and spices. Elizabeth stepped inside the room and went to a table on the right side of the stove, on which sat a bucket and ladle for water. She bent and pulled back a curtain, which was tacked to the front edge of the table, to reveal two hidden shelves. Here are some towels and linens. Then, going to the corner cabinet, she opened the wooden lower door to reveal a few jars of preserved vegetables, fruits, and jams, as well as some empty jars and lids. A partially-used sack of flour sat in the very bottom space of the cabinet. Some of this may have to be replaced, but we have plenty in the cellar for you to choose from. And your flour and corn meal and grains you may want to purchase fresh in town. She closed the cabinet, then added, But you will be most welcome to join us in the house for meals. Putting her hands on her hips, Elizabeth gazed around the room once more. In the last corner, a curtain hung from ceiling to floor. She went over and pulled it back to reveal a large porcelain bathtub on four short curved legs. A small corner shelf held a towel, washrag and a thick bar of soap. She released the curtain, then looked at Zachariah and asked, Will this do?

Zachariah, who now stood in the room with her, looked all around and smiled broadly. He fumbled with his hat and said, This will do just fine, Elizabeth, ma’am. Just fine. Thank you.

Well, now you can get settled in and rest awhile. Then, after Seth and the boys return, you can meet everyone, and we will all have a meal together. Does that sound good?

Yes, ma’am, it sure does!

Good! Elizabeth strolled to the door and said, "Zachariah, I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally meet you. And to have you here at our home… well, it’s a blessing. Seth will just be so surprised!"

Zachariah’s eyes sparkled, and he grinned and said, Elizabeth, I’m glad you said that. I would really like to surprise my brother. You know, keep it a secret that I’m here until just the right moment. Maybe spook him a little? Like old times.

Straightening herself, and with a sober expression, Elizabeth said, I, and many other people, I believe, would consider me to be a very dignified lady, with a fine upbringing, and not given to much foolishness. Then, grinning, she said, "However, even I can certainly enjoy, and even see the benefits of good, clean, harmless humor. Her eyes twinkling back at him, she said, Of course, I’ll help. What can I do?"

Zachariah grabbed her and hugged her tightly. Then he released her and said, Thank you, Elizabeth. I thought for a minute there you was gonna deny me my fun. I guess you got me, didn’t you?

Straightening her dress and hair from the crushing bear hug she had just received, Elizabeth resumed her dignified expression and said, Yes, sir, I believe I did. Smiling again, she said, Okay, what can I do?

Well, you can make sure the young lady and little girl don’t say anything. And you can keep Seth out of this barn so he won’t see my horse. I’ll figger out somethin’ to do. You know, ma’am, me and Seth was just young men the last time we saw each other, and all the time we was growin’ up, we was always playin’ tricks on each other and tryin’ to outdo the other. I don’t s’pose I’ve changed a whole lot.

Shaking her head and grinning, Elizabeth replied, Oh, Zachariah, I can see there shall never again be a dull moment around here.

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The town was bustling with farmers and ranchers coming in for supplies on this bright, sunny, Saturday morning. Buckboards were lined up in front of the mercantile and feed stores. The blacksmith was busy repairing farming tools, and there were horses tied along the fence at the livery corral waiting to be shod.

As Seth Logan and his two young companions finished loading their supplies on the wagon, Eli Hill, the eight-year-old, noticed the stagecoach across the street. He said, Seth, may I go and look at the stagecoach? I’ve always wanted to see one up close.

Seth was busy tying a rope to secure some packages. He turned and looked up and down the busy street, then looked at the older boy and said, Curt, do you think you can get him safely across and back?

Curtis Hill, a tall, stocky, fourteen-year-old boy with sandy blonde hair, smiled and jumped down from the wagon. Sure I can, Seth. Putting his arm around his brother’s shoulders, he urged him forward a little at a time, waiting for riders to pass by, then said, Come on, Eli! and they took off at a run.

Seth watched as the boys ran the remainder of the way until they reached the coach and disappeared behind it around the other side, then he continued securing the goods. He felt a hand on his shoulder and quickly turned around to find a young woman standing there, smiling. She was tall and slender, and was wearing a dark green velvet dress. Seth noted the matching velvet and lace hat sitting delicately atop her coal black hair, which hung in curls at her shoulders. Her white skin made a beautiful contrast. A green parasol was held by a gloved hand, and her deep blue eyes sparkled. Seth took off his hat and stepped back to put some distance between himself and the young woman. Ma’am. Can I help you?

With a pleasant voice, and in Scottish brogue, she answered, Well, I am hoping so, good sir. Y’see, I’m lookin’ for me long-lost great uncle, brother to me grandfather. His name would be Titus McGregor, and I hear he dwells in these parts.

Seth shook his head and said, I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t believe I know him.

Oh. The girl sighed, and a look of disappointment appeared on her face. I’ve only just arrived, so I don’t know who to ask. Turning to walk away, she apologized, I’m so sorry to have bothered ye, sir.

Gently touching her arm, Seth said, Wait, ma’am. I’ll take you to the letter office and see if the postmaster might know of him.

Ay, a good idea that. I’d be much obliged to ye, sir.

Seth. Seth Logan.

The woman offered her hand and smiled again. Samantha McGregor.

Seth shook her hand gently and said, I’ll go with you in just a minute. ‘Soon as my boys get back over here to the wagon.

Samantha looked around and asked, Oh, ye have sons?

"Well, no, ma’am. They aren’t exactly my sons, but they live in my home and they are real good boys. So I like to think of ’em as mine."

Mr. Logan, indeed that is a very nice way of lookin’ at it.

Seth blushed and put his hat back on. I just need to finish tightening these ropes here.

Stepping aside, the young woman said, Oh, certainly! Carry on with ye work there. She watched as the big man moved some of the parcels around and secured them. She took note of his pleasant eyes, his tan, weathered skin, his well-groomed salt and pepper hair and beard, and his big, strong-looking hands. She averted her gaze quickly when he turned around to face her.

Seth asked, Where are ya stayin’ until you find yer uncle, Miss McGregor?

Well, if there’s a vacancy at the hotel there, I suppose that is where I’ll be stayin’. Why do ye ask?

Oh, I just want to know where to find you or leave a message for you if I find out something about Titus McGregor.

Just then the boys came running back across the street to join them. Eli began, Seth! Look! The stagecoach driver gave me this paper to show you. Can you take me on the stagecoach someday soon?

Seth took the paper and looked at it.

Curtis spoke up, It’s a schedule of where they go and the times they arrive and leave.

Yes, I see that. Folding the paper and handing it back to the younger boy, Seth said, Eli, you put that in yer pocket fer now, and when we get home, put it in yer treasure box. Then we’ll take a good look at it sometime soon and make a plan to go somewhere. How does that sound to ya?

His eyes wide with excitement and with a big smile, Eli replied, "Oh, Seth, that would be great! Can Curtis come, too?"

Rubbing his beard, Seth said, Oh, I don’t know. There ought to be at least one good man at the ranch to look after the ladies while we’re gone, don’t ya think?

Curtis said, That’s fine with me. The seats in that thing don’t look too comfortable.

Samantha spoke up, Oh, I can testify to the fact that they are not designed for comfort on a long journey. It would be my advice to ye, Eli, to take ye feather pillow to sit on if ye plan to ride very far.

After a moment Eli said, Thank you, ma’am. I will do that. Then he asked, What’s your name? And where did you ride the stagecoach from?

Offering her hand to Eli first, then to Curtis, she answered, I’m Samantha McGregor, and I have come all the way from San Francisco, California.

When Curtis took her hand, he bowed graciously and kissed the back of it. Straightening again, but still holding her hand, he said, Curtis Hill, ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

Seth grinned and turned away so he would not embarrass the boy. He pretended to check his ropes again until he could compose himself.

Samantha nodded and smiled as she gently pulled her hand away. ’Tis me pleasure to meet all of ye fine gentlemen today. And now I must get me bags and check into the hotel.

Curtis eagerly stepped forward and said, I will be glad to carry them for you, ma’am, and show you the way.

No, I’m sure I can manage just fine, thank ye, Curtis. I’ve held ye all up for too long already as it is. Looking at Seth, she said, Thank ye for ye kindness, Mr. Logan. I’ll just… .

Seth interrupted her, Now hold on, Miss. I told you I’d take you to the letter office, and I will. Holding out his hand toward Curtis, he continued, But first you can let this young man help you with your bags. He winked. I’ll meet you outside the hotel in just a few minutes. Go along now.

Samantha chuckled and took the arm offered her by Curtis. Why, thank ye, sir.

Seth and Eli watched as Curtis escorted the lovely young woman, who was several inches taller than he, to the opposite side of the street where her bags sat on the porch of the ticket office. Eli said, She’s pretty, ain’t she, Seth?

"Yes, Eli, she sure is. But ya better not use that word ain’t in front of Elizabeth. She’ll think yer not payin’ attention to yer lessons."

Eli climbed up and took his seat on the wagon. He took a big gulp from a canteen of water and replaced it beneath the seat. After wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, he asked, Why is Curtis talking and acting so funny, Seth?

Seth laughed, then said, Oh, I s’pose he’s just bein’ a gentleman, Eli.

CHAPTER TWO

Dark Wolf, Raven, and Hawk were just putting the last fencepost in the ground at the edge of the woods on the opposite side of the lake when Hawk saw Hattie Gray coming down through the meadow above the cabin.

Father, look! It’s Hattie! He took off running as fast as his legs could carry him. His hat flew off his head to reveal his thick, blonde curls. Stopping momentarily, he looked back at his hat, then turned away and continued running.

Dark Wolf laughed and said to Raven, He surely does get excited about having a guest.

Raven nodded. Then, as he began picking up the tools, he said, Maybe we should see if Jessie and her family would like to come up and visit sometime soon.

Giving his ten-year-old son a quick sideways glance, Dark Wolf smiled and asked, Why would Jessie want to come way up here?

Oh, just to see the place and watch us play with her brothers and sister. And her baby is probably big enough to play with us now, too. He began walking away and said back over his shoulder, I can’t think of any other reason, Father. Can you? He turned and walked backwards a few steps, grinning at his father.

Thinking quickly, Dark Wolf said, "Maybe you are tired of my cooking. Maybe that’s why you want her to come."

And you would not enjoy a woman’s cooking for a change?

Without answering, Dark Wolf picked up the remainder of the tools and began walking. As he caught up with Raven and walked in silence, he thought about their last visit at the Logan-Cutler Ranch and his first meeting with the lovely young woman, Jessie. He pictured her again in his mind. It had been almost a year since he had looked upon her face. He had found her sleeping near her baby’s cradle, and had left a gift for her, his beaded thunderbird necklace, for her to find when she awoke. He had not seen her again, but he certainly had not forgotten her. In fact, he had thought of her often, especially after the boys were asleep and all was quiet at night. His thoughts were interrupted by Raven’s voice.

Father, are you listening to me?

Dark Wolf turned around to see his son struggling to carry his load. He walked back and took the sledge hammer from his son. I am sorry, Raven. What were you saying?

Just that it would be nice to have a lady around here. I miss Grandmother’s hugs.

Yes, son, I know you do. Perhaps we can go and see everyone at the ranch when we go to see about cattle next month. The sooner we get our fence built, the sooner we can go.

Smiling again, Raven said, That would be good, Father. I will work very hard to get the fence finished. He bent and picked up Hawk’s straw hat from the ground where it had fallen and put it on his own head.

Dark Wolf said, A bit small, but it looks good.

No, Father. The sunshine is my hat. Raven took the hat off and smacked it against his leg as he walked the rest of the way.

Finally they arrived at the cabin to find Hattie and Hawk sitting on the porch steps, waiting for them.

Hattie smiled and said, Howdy, Dark Wolf. Raven. Hawk tells me yer buildin’ fence to run some cattle. What breed ya’ lookin’ at?

I am not sure yet. There are some breeds I saw in the English countryside and in Europe that I want to learn more about before I decide. I will have to do some research.

Hereford is mostly what we have around here, or Longhorn.

Raven handed Hawk his hat, emptied his other hand, and went up the steps to give Hattie a hug. It is good to see you, Hattie. Are you staying for awhile?

Well, maybe a little while, Raven. Don’t wanna wear out my welcome.

Hawk pulled at Hattie’s sleeve and asked, How can you wear out your welcome when we hardly ever see you?

Smiling, Dark Wolf said, He is right, Hattie. You might as well stay a day or two with us. Looking at Raven and grinning, he added, Raven was just telling me how nice it would be to have a woman around here.

Raven lowered his head and grinned.

"Well, then, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to stay a day or two. But ya gotta let me help ya with yer fence buildin’. And then ya gotta let me sit with you in the teepee and talk to ya, all three of ya."

We could use the help, Hattie, and, of course, you can sit with us in the teepee, Dark Wolf answered.

There’s just one more thing, Dark Wolf.

What is it?

Well, not tomorrow, but Sundy next, I’d like fer us all to go to church in town. Would ya do that fer me, Dark Wolf?

Dark Wolf looked at his two sons and began, I do not… .

Hattie interrupted, "Now before ya say no, just hear me out. I need to go… I got my reasons… and I can’t do it alone. Just this once, and if ya don’t want to go no more, I guess that’s yer choice."

Holding up his hand to silence her, Dark Wolf said, Hattie, I was about to say that I do not see any reason why we cannot do that.

Breathing a sigh of relief and smiling, Hattie put her arms round both boys and squeezed them as she said, D’ya hear that, boys? Come next Sundy, we’re all goin’ to church!

The boys returned Hattie’s hug. When they let her go, Raven noticed something different about Hattie. He did not comment aloud, but he could see that she was changed. Her countenance seemed more relaxed and genuinely joyful. And he believed the bitterness he had seen in her eyes before had been replaced with some degree of inner peace. He smiled, and his heart felt warm inside him. Raven decided he would look forward to hearing what Hattie wanted to say later on, as he believed she would reveal the secret of the spirit that had seemingly given her new life. Hawk’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

Hattie, Father says we will be raising baby calves someday. I can’t wait! Maybe I can have one for my very own.

Sure, ya can! I used to have an old milk cow that followed me all over the place when I did my chores. She chuckled and stared at the ground as if picturing the scene in her mind. She chuckled louder as she remembered the details. Yes, sir, she was somethin’ else. One night I was sleepin’ real good, and I had the window open next to my bed. She musta heard me snorin’, so she strolled over to the window and stuck her head in. She stretched her neck in as far as she could and gave me a big old sloppy lick right on the face! Acting out the next part with dramatic voice and gestures, Hattie continued, "My eyes flew open, and I set up real quick and looked around, but it was still dark, so I couldn’t see her. I thought I saw somethin’ movin’ and heard a big snort, so I screamed. Aaaaaaaaugh! Well, that scared her and she bellered out a big ‘Moooo!’ and I ’bout hit my head on the ceiling, I jumped so high!"

Hawk was laughing so hard he was rolling on the porch floor, doubled up, holding his sides. Oh, Hattie! Stop, please! It hurts!

Raven buried his face in Hattie’s shoulder and shook with laughter.

Dark Wolf laughed more at Hattie’s dramatic re-enactment and at the sight of his sons’ amusement than at the story itself.

Hattie said, Now I’ll tell you fellers, it didn’t take me long to be hangin’ a bell around that cow’s neck. No, sir! She tapped her chin and squinted her eyes, then said, "Oh, yeah! Before that night, I always called her Sally. But after that, I called her Old Spook."

Hawk sat up and, with tears in his eyes and still holding his sides, said, Yes, Hattie, if I do have a pet calf, I will be sure to put a bell on it.

Hattie slapped her thighs and pushed herself up to stand. Well, let me ’tend to my horse, and I’ll fix ya some vittles. I’m gettin’ hungry m’self.

Raven jumped down from the steps and said, I will attend to your horse, Hattie, if you will prepare something good to eat.

Dark Wolf spoke, Hattie, it would be kind of you to do that. I think you will find everything you need in the cabin.

Yes, I know my way around yer kitchen. You just go on and get that wire ready to string up, and we’ll work on yer fence for the rest of the day. This meal will be light, so we can work without gettin’ sleepy, but come supper time, we’ll have a feast! Is that agreed?

Dark Wolf answered, That will be just fine, Hattie.

Waving her hands to shoo them away, she said, Go on, now. Scoot!

Raven was already making his way with Hattie’s horse to the small barn they had built last fall.

Hawk looked way out across the meadow at the rows of fenceposts, as far as he could see around its perimeter. He breathed a deep, tired sigh as he thought of all the work to be done.

Noticing Hawk’s look of despair, Dark Wolf caught Hattie’s eye and nodded his head toward the boy.

Hattie looked at the lad and immediately understood Dark Wolf’s gesture. Say, Hawk, I could use some company in the kitchen. Would ya like to come in and sit and talk to me while I stir up some grub?

Looking pleadingly at his father, Hawk asked, May I, Father?

Of course, Hawk, but do not get in her way.

Jumping up from his seat on the top step, Hawk said, Thank you, Father.

Dark Wolf turned away and began picking up the tools to take to the shed and exchange them for the ones needed on the afternoon project. As he walked away, he overheard Hawk’s voice.

"Hattie, thank you for inviting me inside to help you. I’m plum wore out. I need to rest awhile."

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It was almost noon when Seth and the boys returned to the ranch. Sarah and Jessie had worked quickly to make sure the noon meal was ready when they arrived.

Elizabeth had been sitting on the porch working on a sewing project and watching for them. When she saw them coming up the road, she had stuck her head in the door and shouted, They’re coming! Then she began putting her materials away in the basket. She hurried down the steps to greet them.

Seth smiled and waved and started to take the wagon on out to the barn. He pulled the reins to stop the horses when he saw Elizabeth waving her arms. Thinking she was in distress, he said, You boys sit tight ’til I see what’s wrong. He quickly stepped down from the wagon and rushed past the horses to where Elizabeth stood. What is it, Elizabeth? What’s wrong?

Smiling sweetly, Elizabeth said, Oh, Seth, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to alarm you, darling. I just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready and you can come wash up and eat before you unload the wagon. Curtis can take the wagon into the barn and unharness the horses. You and Eli can come on in and get washed up.

Seth chuckled and said, Ya sure had me worried when ya come out there like that. He hugged his wife and kissed her forehead. It’ll only take us a minute or two to get the wagon in, then we’ll come inside.

Elizabeth knew she had to keep Seth out of the barn until later, as Zachariah had requested, so she turned toward Curtis and said, winking, Curtis, you can manage alone, can’t you?

Curtis picked up the reins and scooted into Seth’s position on the seat. Yes, ma’am. I can handle it. Eli, you get down now and mind Elizabeth, you hear?

The younger boy jumped down. Okay, Curtis. You can go now.

Curtis smacked the reins gently on the horses’ rear ends and said, Giddup!

The horses headed for the barn.

Elizabeth smiled and called out, Thank you, Curtis! She gazed sweetly at Seth again. Shall we go inside now, dear?

Offering her his arm, Seth said, I reckon we shall.

As they all ascended the steps, Eli suddenly remembered the paper in his pocket. He pulled it out and unfolded it. He studied all of the characters printed on the page, but they did not make sense to him.

When they entered the house, Elizabeth noticed Eli staring at the wrinkled paper. What do you have there, Eli?

Excitedly, Eli answered, This is a list of the stagecoach times. I can’t read it yet very well, but Seth is going to help me with it, and we are going on a trip!

Stooping down, Elizabeth smiled and said, That sounds very nice, Eli. Perhaps you can bring back a surprise for me.

Eli hugged her neck and said, I surely will.

Standing again, Elizabeth said, You put that away now, and go get your hands and face washed for the meal.

Yes, ma’am. I am going to put it in my treasure box. Folding the paper and tucking it away, Eli went off to his room, where a small pitcher of water waited at his basin.

Elizabeth took Seth’s arm again and continued walking with him up the stairs to their room. While Seth washed his hands and face, Elizabeth sat on the bed and expressed her concern regarding what the young boy had just told her. "Seth, do you think a stagecoach trip is a good idea? I’ve heard some dreadful stories about the things that happen to travelers, and even the drivers. Why, The Chronicle is full of articles telling how the Pinkertons are trying to catch robbers and murderous gangs, and even Indians, who are attacking the coaches."

Seth dried his hands and came over to sit beside his wife. Putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her to him, he said, "Elizabeth, it is truly a shame that everything good has to be ruined by a bad element. I sure don’t want to worry you none, but I did tell the boy we’d go. Now I know that Wells Fargo has placed a man on each route to ride shotgun, and I know that they don’t always carry money for the banks and ranchers. And I know some bigger towns aren’t that far away, so I can do some askin’ down at the ticket office and pick a trip that’ll be the safest one possible. That’s the best I can promise ya."

Laying her hand on Seth’s cheek and looking deeply into his eyes, Elizabeth said, "Seth, that is all I can ask. I love you so very much, and I love this family we have here. I don’t want to lose you… any of you. When the time comes, I’ll just have to pray and trust you and Eli will be safe."

Seth kissed her gently and said, I love you, too, Elizabeth.

They heard a tap on the door, followed by Eli’s voice. Sarah says to come on before the meal is ruined!

A few minutes later, Sarah Mason had finished setting all the dishes of food on the table and taken her own seat.

Seth looked around and noticed that Curtis, Jessie, and Rachel were not yet at the table. Curtis must be trying to unload the wagon himself. And where’s Jessie and Rachel and the baby? We should wait for them, shouldn’t we?

Sarah answered, Jessie and Rachel are upstairs waiting for Jon Thomas to wake up from his nap. I’m sure they’ll be down soon. And Curtis will be in directly, so just go on and say grace. She bowed her head quickly over folded hands to deny Seth any further conversation.

After Seth’s prayer was ended and all the Amens were said, Sarah stood and went to the kitchen sink. She looked back at the table to make sure Seth and Eli were busy with putting food on their plates. She glanced at Elizabeth, who was helping to keep them occupied, and received the anticipated nod. Sarah picked up a metal bucket of old dishwater and went to the door to toss the water out onto the ground. Then she swung the bucket back and forth a few times and closed the door. She set the bucket down again and returned to her place at the table to begin filling her plate.

Elizabeth looked at Sarah, then quickly looked away to avoid laughing aloud. She did not know for sure what Zachariah had planned for Seth, but she knew Jessie had Rachel upstairs to keep her quiet about the biiiig man, and she knew that Sarah’s bucket nonsense was a signal, and that, at any moment, Curtis would come bursting through the back door with an urgent plea for help from Seth. She could hardly maintain her composure as she heard the sound of Curtis’ feet running toward the kitchen door. As the door flew open, she watched Seth.

Seth, come quick! Curtis, all out of breath, repeated, "Come quick, Seth! Hurry!"

Eli stopped eating and started to leave the table when he saw Seth push his chair away and stand up.

Seth threw his napkin on the table and put his hand on Eli’s head. Sit down, boy, and finish yer meal. Rushing toward Curtis, he asked, What is it, boy?

His eyes wide, and holding his hat on with one hand and pointing with the other toward the barn, he said, Seth, you gotta see this! Come on! He took off running toward the barn.

Seth grabbed his hat and took out the door after the boy. "See what, Curt?"

Still running, Curtis answered, You just gotta come see for yourself, Seth!

The two women could contain themselves no longer. Laughing, they jumped up and went to the window beside the kitchen door to peek out and watch the excitement.

Eli cried out in a frightened voice, What’s out there?

Elizabeth rushed back to the table and hugged Eli to her. Oh, Eli, we didn’t mean to frighten you. Out in the barn is a very nice surprise for Seth. Do you remember when he told us about his brother, Zachariah?

The boy nodded.

Well, while you boys and Seth were in town, his brother came to visit, and he is out there in the barn. It’s really okay, Eli. We are just having some fun.

The boy smiled, but did not seem convinced. Just then Jessie, Rachel, and baby Jon Thomas came into the room, and Eli’s face shone with relief. He breathed a big sigh when he heard Jessie speak.

I’m so happy Seth is getting to see his brother again! Jessie seated Rachel and Jon Thomas at the table on special high stools that Seth had made for them with back and sides, the arms of which connected to the table to lessen their chances of falling off and getting hurt. She quickly filled their plates for them. Then she made a plate of food for herself and took her place between the two youngest.

Short of going to the barn, Elizabeth and Sarah realized they could not witness the excitement, so they returned to the table to join Jessie and the children.

Just then, they all heard a thunderous roar coming from the direction of the barn.

"What in blazes . . . .?!" Seth roared. He wallowed around and finally fought his way up out of a huge pile of horse manure. Wiping the mess from his eyes and face, he looked up and saw the rope that had held the hundred pound feed sack of dung still hanging from the ceiling, the now empty sack swinging back and forth slowly. More fragments of the smelly waste continued to fall as the sack drifted from side to side over his head.

Curtis had jumped back out of the way of the load and stood there, his eyes wide with surprise, trying his best not to laugh.

Stepping out of the pile toward the boy, Seth growled, Aaaaagh, Curtis, is this what you were out here doing for so long?

Now disappointed in himself for going along with this prank, Curtis’ face sobered, and he answered, No, Seth. I was putting the horses away. I didn’t do this. His eyes welling up with tears at the sight of this man he looked up to now covered with filth, he said, I swear, Seth, I didn’t.

Well, I’m sure the ladies didn’t do it! Who else could have done it?

Just then the door of the nearest stall burst open and a washtubful of water was thrown out right in Seth’s face, knocking him down again. Before he could get his bearings or say a word, two huge hands grabbed his soaked and smelly clothes and picked him up off the ground.

Zachariah roared, It’s me, Seth, yer baby brother! I did it. Ha, ha, ha! He set his brother down again and took a few steps backward, wiping his hands on a rag.

Seth quickly pulled a damp handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe his eyes and face and look in all directions until he finally saw the huge man standing next to Curtis. His face softened and tears welled up in his eyes. Zachariah? Is that really you?

It sure is, Seth. It’s me.

Oh, my brother. Let me look at you. Seth slowly walked around him, looking him up and down, amazed at how big his younger brother had grown. His teary eyes suddenly cleared when he realized he had his brother between himself and the manure pile, now mingled with the deluge of water he had thrown earlier. He mustered all the strength he could and rammed himself into the giant’s back, knocking him face first into the slippery, smelly heap.

Zachariah raised his head and began spitting and hollering and had to roll over in the mire in order to get up.

Seth reared back and roared with laughter, then bent over and slapped his thighs and laughed again.

Now Curtis was truly amused. He and Eli had never played such tricks on each other, and he was not sure they ever would, but he could not help

Reviews for Long Road Home

[readafew · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Long Road Home continues the tale of Roland and his ka-tet as they find Susan's charred remains and try to evade the pursuit of Farson's men. They survive to get home with Maerlyn's Grapefruit, only to find more trials. This series is interesting and I still haven't read any of King's Dark Tower novels. As a comic series I think I'd find this a little slow and lacking in story, but since I'm reading them in the combined 5-6 comic sets it hides this somewhat. I liked the series, the artwork is incredible. This is a fairly gruesome and gritty bit of artwork so not for the squeamish.

[daniel5estes · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Long Road Home treats us to more original material as compared to its predecessor, The Gunslinger Born. In the Dark Tower book series (from which this comic book series is based on), Roland, Cuthbert and Alain's journey from Mejis is mentioned only in passing, as are the major plot hooks (Sheemie's powers, Roland succumbing to the glam of Maerlyn's Grapefruit), but here the individual moments are fleshed out in better detail with some new revelations.We know so little about Roland's tet-mates (his friends, say thankya) that having much of the story told from Alain and Cuthbert's perspective is a welcomed addition. The narrative is a little thin, but that's okay because it's sandwiched between two larger tales. And the professional panel artwork is breathtaking, as I come to expect.

[whatnot_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Dark Tower: The Long Road Home is the first collection of these comics that are not based on portions of Stephen King's seven Dark Tower books. The events in this volume were previously alluded to, but were never fully fleshed out. I found the previous volume, The Gunslinger Born, to be (more or less) a highly enjoyable condensed version of Wizard and Glass, the fourth book in King's cycle, which tells a story of young Roland and the formation of his ka-tet. As adaptations go, I was impressed. I was even more impressed with this second volume. Robin Furth and Peter David have done an excellent job of continuing where the flashback in Wizard and Glass left off. Many questions are answered about what happened on the way back to Gilead. The world of the Dark Tower series is fleshed out even more. This is in no small part also thanks to the fantastic artwork by Jae Lee and Richard Isanove.This is obviously not the place to start reading the series, and this review might make little sense to one not already acquainted with the books. If you've not read any of the series so far, pick up a copy of The Gunslinger or, at least, The Gunslinger Born. The Dark Tower series continues to impress.

[writertomg · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Excellent. It was good to finally read a comic version with new material. It also made me realize how much I miss Roland Deschain and his story.

It felt exactly like Stephen King was writing it and I commend the authors for that. I cannot wait to read more.

[ursula_2 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It's hard to know how people who haven't read the original Dark Tower series would find this graphic novel. It takes place during a journey that's not really explored in Stephen King's books. I enjoyed getting more time with Cuthbert and Alain, but I also think that it was not as much fun with Roland in a sort of coma throughout most of the action. Their wisecracking and squabbling were tempered by Roland most of the time. It was of course a quick read, but I wish it had been a little more in depth. Somehow I came away from it not feeling like all that much had happened.

[bibliophile_pgh · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The graphic novels for the Dark Tower series are a must read for anyone who enjoyed the Dark Tower series. Learning about Ronald as a young gunslinger as well as Cuthbert and Alain gives a great background story to the original series.

[arkrayder · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

These graphic novels are beautifully bound and the artwork is immense. The characters look as I pictured them. There is just enough to let your own imagination work too. Any Dark Tower junkie should own these. Truly beautiful.

[klarsenmd · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This is another interesting installment on the gunslinger comic series. The difference between the stories is slight and the artwork is wonderful. Lots of fun.

[questbird · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A somewhat interesting and rather short sequel to 'The Gunslinger Born'. The story is a bit all over the place. Roland and his friends (his 'ka-tet') are making their way home. It is made more difficult because Roland himself is lost in the dreamworld of Maerlyn's Grapefruit, the Palantir-like seeing-stone recovered from Eldred Jonas at the end of the first book. It makes for a well-illustrated but disjointed story, half in this dream realm and half showing Alain and Cuthbert's travails in Mid-World. And the revelations of the dream world are not so earth-shattering, or even particularly plot-illuminating for the reader. Roland is taken by Marten in the form of a crow -- sorry, raven, to the Crimson King, who taunts, tempts (or attempts to tempt) and eventually tries to destroy the young hero. Ultimately the story is too short and moves the protagonists in ways which are not sufficiently explained in the text (or of course the images, for this is a graphic novel).

[stahl2ricco · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

It's funny, as I read this, I was thinking to myself, "Why don't I remember this from the books?" Well, I guess that's because Stephen King did not write this! And it shows! I love Roland, and I loved his ka-tet (Cuthbert and Alain), and I really wanted to like this graphic novel. And it looks great too! But the story is very muddled, and, for me, it did not add anything to the DT tale. The whole Sheemie subplot completely baffled me! It wasn't a long read, but it wasn't really worth it either.

[jarratt_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I didn't like "The Long Road Home" near as much as the first comic "The Gunslinger Born" for two reasons: the writing and the art. "The Gunslinger Born" was good mostly because the writing was in fact Stephen King's, albeit truncated for the appropriate medium. But the writing in "The Long Road Home" is far from King's voice. Ironically, a note from the comic's writer, Peter David, is included at the end of the book noting how scared he was of this task--writing without existing material of King's from which to pull. And, to his credit, he says it was all approved by King himself so who am I to say?As to the art, it is amazing. But why they chose to draw Alain so oddly I've no idea. Strange shadows mark his face; in fact, he looks more like what I'd imagines Sheemie to look like.Still, "The Long Road Home" is an interesting interpretation of what happened during Roland, Cuthbert, and Alain's trip back to Gilead from Mejis. This content is barely referenced at the end of "Wizard and Glass" (which I happened to be finishing at the same time) so it offers a unique perspective.

[sweetiegherkin · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This graphic novel picks up where the previous The Gunslinger Born left off. Roland and his friends are traveling back home to Gilead with a posse from Hambry hot in pursuit. Unfortunately, at the beginning of their journey, Roland is sucked in the bizarre world of Maerlyn’s grapefruit, where he is tormented by old and new foes. Meanwhile, Alain and Cuthbert struggle to bring the comatose Roland home while facing a myriad of obstacles. Therefore, this story is more about getting into the psyches of Alain and Bert than anything else. The story is only so-so, although I’ll admit it sucks you in (much like Maerlyn’s grapefruit!), and you won’t want to put it down until you’ve finished. The illustrations are once again remarkable, with three-dimensional realness and beautiful coloring.

[krau0098 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This is the 2nd book in the Dark Tower graphic novel series. There are a total of eleven books in this series. I didn’t like this book quite as much as the first book, but still really enjoyed the illustration throughout.Roland, Cuthbert, and Alain are fleeing the Big Coffin Hunters in an effort to get home in one piece. However when Roland’s mind gets taken over by the big grapefruit-like globe that they stole from the Coffin Hunters he goes on a strange metaphysical journey of sorts. Meanwhile while Roland is off in lala land the rest of the ka-tet is struggling to escape from both the Big Coffin Hunters and other strange beasts. Additionally we follow Sheemie’s story as he gets a bit lost and undergoes horrible torture to gain great power.This book was a bit more scattered than the first one. We alternate between Roland, Sheemie, and Cuthbert/Alain. While some interesting things happen in this book I missed Roland and would have liked to see more of him in this story.We do get to meet the Crimson King which was intriguing (and kind of disturbing). This almost seemed like a transitional volume; like it was setting up things for the next part of the story. However, after the first book the story in The Long Road Home seemed a bit anti-climatic.I continue to really enjoy the illustration throughout. I love colors and the detail in the illustration.Overall I enjoyed this second installment in the Dark Tower graphic novel series. The whole thing has this very fantasy post-apocalyptic western feel to it that I really enjoyed. I do think that this installment was a bit weaker than the first one. I would definitely recommend this graphic novel series to those who enjoy gritty fantasies.