Simon had been at the Pony Express station for two weeks now. He was enjoying riding and delivering the mail. At times at the store he had been so bored that he would clean the place several times a day. He would tell Rachel that idle hands were the devil's work, so when not riding Rachel would keep him busy doing chores. He had just finished lunch a half an hour ago, and now he was getting ready for his next run.

As Simon came walking out of the bunkhouse, he heard Noah holler out, "Rider comin'" Simon picked up his pace, swung aboard Trixsy, turned her about, and as the rider came in he grabbed the mochilla and spurred Trixsy into action.

For several hours Simon rode without seeing anyone. The trees and ground whizzed by mostly as a blur. After awhile he slowed Trixsy down some, and a little while later Trixsy was just galloping.

He'd swivel his head slowly from side to side to take in all of the terrain around him. The luscious green grass and tall tall trees made a beautiful scenery. There was a light breeze that carried the pleasant smell of flowers to his nostrils. Simon enjoyed times like these, no people with only the sounds of nature.

A movement caught Simon's eye to the right, and as he focused on it, he realized that it was three Indians on horses at the top of a hill. Simon hadn't heard of any Indian attacks, but to be on the safe side, he would keep his eyes on them. Trixsy had slowed to a trot, so Simon kicked her into a gallop.

Up on the hill the three Apache Indians reined their horses to a stop when they saw the lone rider. They conversed with each other, and then the Indian in the middle raised his bow in the air and spurred his horse onward.

As Simon saw the three Indians charging down the hill at him, he ducked his head down and kicked Trixsy harder. He made it across the plain and into the woods with the Indians hot on his trail. Simon knew he couldn't outrun the Indians because Trixsy had been running for hours whereas the Indians horses were probably fresh as new born daisies.

Since Simon couldn't outrun them, he would have to outfox them. As soon as one thought would come, another one would replace it. He had to think of something good and soon. He had a good lead on them, but he knew that wouldn't last for long. An idea flashed through his mind as he saw the fork in the trail. It was a long shot but at the moment it was all he had. Simon took the right fork and went a quarter of a mile up the trail. He then pulled Trixsy to a stop. He swung down, grabbed Trixsy's halter and led her off the well-worn trail. There was too much foliage and bushes to ride her.

He stopped when he heard the Indian ponies coming down the trial. Him and Trixsy were very well hidden from their sight, and after the Indians had went passed, Simon picked up his pace. Coming out on the left side trail, Simon mounted Trixsy and off they went.

Down the right fork of the trail the Apaches stopped to take a look. They realized that they had lost their prey, so they backtracked. They found evidence where Simon had cleverly abandoned the trail. They followed it, and soon they were on the left fork. Swinging onto their ponies they were off after Simon again.

It was still a long ways to the station, and Simon knew he had to think of something else to throw the Indians off his trail. Instead of veering to the left like he would normally do, he veered right. He headed Trixsy straight to the stream that he knew of. He waded up the stream about 100 feet, crossed the stream and took off. He was heading in the wrong direction to the station, but he wanted to loose the Apaches, and hopefully they would give up pursuing him.

After a while Simon veered to the left to head back to the stream. He went downstream for a few feet, and then crossed over to the other side and headed to the station. This time he would be coming in from the southeast instead of the west. He made it to the station without seeing hide nor hair of those Indians, and after handing off the mochilla to the Pony Express rider, he gave Trixsy a good rub down. He would let Trixsy rest before heading back to Dreamville.

That evening Simon rode Trixsy into Dreamville before going back to the station. He decided to stop in and see how Cody and Javier were doing. As he was about to enter, the door was opened by Cody. He had a bag in his hands and he was saying, "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Destiny."

"Cody when are we going to eat?" Javier hollered from inside.

"Hi Mr. Cromwell," Cody said as he turned and saw him.

"Thanks for helping me." Destiny said as she took the package from Cody�s hands.

"Oh, it was my pleasure," Cody tipped his hat to the lady.

Cody and Simon watched Destiny walk across to her boarding house. Javier joined Cody and his pa at the door. "You haven�t ate yet?" Simon asked.

"No pa, we�ve been really busy." Javier replied.

"I haven�t ate yet either." Simon�s stomach started to grumble to confirm it.

"Why don�t we grab some grub at the Silver Spoon?" Cody suggested. They all agreed. At the supper table they all talked about how everything was going. Cody and Javier were doing just fine, and Simon seemed to like delivering the mail as long as he didn�t see any Indians.