It's Nice to Go Trav'ling

Spencer sighed and looked at Lily.

"Before we go, we should tell you something. My name isn't Harvey, and her name isn't Dorothy. Our names are Spencer and Sierra. We don't work with a caravan, we are tracking down a group of people that kidnapped me and dumped me in Novac. I tell you this because there might be danger involved and I don't want you to get hurt because of us."

Spencer held the door open for the two women and waited for them to exit before scanning the environment. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger. He pulled out a map and found their location. He looked at his watch and raised his eyebrows. Somehow the short break they had taken ended up being several hours.

"Okay, it's about 2:45, so we need to pick up the pace a bit. I don't want to travel after sundown.

They began walking, and after a while, Spencer spoke up.

"Say, Lily, why don't you tell us about yourself, it would help pass the time."

Spencer paused., expecting more from Lily.

"...Okay, well, no matter what, we're both thankful that you're here with us."

A few hours later, the sun was beginning to set. Spencer checked the map and sighed.

"We'll make it there tomorrow, but we won't have time to go there today. Look, there's a ranch up there. We should stay there for tonight, and get going again tomorrow."

The group approached the farmhouse and Spencer slowly opened the door and looked around. He thought he heard movement, but he could see nothing. He took a step and was grabbed by a single raider. He quickly shoved him away and upholstered his pistol.

"I need some help in here!" Spencer shouted.

"Yeah, I think so," Spencer said, slowly standing up, gun still drawn. He examined the body of the raider and confirmed that he was indeed dead. Spencer called the two in and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He shakily put one in his mouth and attempted to light it, but his hands would not steady enough to follow the orders his mind was giving. He dropped the lighter and looked sheepishly at the two women. "Could you help me with this? Guess I'm still a bit shaken up," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"We're lucky there was only one," Spencer said, looking through the man's pockets. He found a few caps, some ammo, an empty Jet inhaler, and the knife he was armed with.

"We can't just leave him here," he said to the two women. "I'm gonna take him outside, could you two look around to make sure we're safe?"

He hoisted the body over his shoulder and walked towards the setting sun and laid him down on the other side of the road. He looked at the body for a second before laying the raiders hands on his chest in a more dignified position in death.

He returned inside, and looked carefully around.

"So are we safe?"

Spencer sat down at a the small dining table and finished his cigarette.

"We should look around for anything useful," Spencer said. He searched through the various rooms of the two bedroom ranch house and found a few stimpacks, water, food, a harmonica, and a guitar.

He sat in the living room and waited until all of the members had reconvened with him. He was tuning the guitar absentmindedly when they walked in.

"What did you two find?"

He finished tuning the guitar and put it down. "I used to play one of these. Not to show off, but do you two mind if I play something:? It helps calm me down."

"This one is one of my favorites, real bitch to learn, though," Spencer said, beginning to play Carolina Breakdown.



When he was finished, he placed the guitar near the sofa and looked at the time.

"We haven't had dinner yet, have we? Well, I got some coyote meat on the way here, and I can cook it on a fire outside. How does that sound?"

Spencer caught the matches and stared at Lily for a moment.

Strange girl, he thought, pretty though.

He lit the fire and cooked the meat, whistling to himself as he did it. He felt at peace. Perhaps it was good that he was out of Vegas. He didn't have to worry about what everyone else thought, he didn't have any work to do, just could sit around and play guitar.

Oh, wait, Spencer thought. Raiders. I need to get back to Vegas.

He brought the meat in, already on plates he had taken from the kitchen and laid them down on the dining table.

"Hope you two are fine with medium rare," he called, "because that's how I cooked them." He took his place at the table and began to eat. When he was finished he wiped his face with the cloth napkin and stood up. He looked at his watch and back to the women.

"We can still stay up for another hour or so, but we aught to get to sleep soon. Don't want to be tired tomorrow."

He returned to the guitar and quietly played You Are My Sunshine.

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When Sierra was finished, he looked at his watch again. "We really need to go to sleep. Early morning tomorrow."

He led her to the bedroom and undressed. He got under the covers and smiled slyly at her.

"You know, you saved my life today. I never really got to thank you for that, but I think I know how I can."

Spencer pulled her on the bed and began to neck her. He fully undressed both of them and after foreplay, made passionate love to Sierra.

Several hours later, when he was sure she was asleep, he quietly stood up and made his way to the second bedroom where Lily was staying. He got in her bed and gently shook her awake.

"Hey, baby, I know how you feel about me, and let me tell you, the feeling is mutual," he whispered, "don't think I haven't noticed the way you've been eyeing me all night. Now come on doll face, let's swing. Sierra doesn't have to find out, she's sleeping like a baby."