“Yes.”
“Just don’t shoot me.” Kelly nodded seriously. She was fairly certain that wasn’t a joke. She attached the holster, thought to herself that she felt like an old west person, then snapped back to the present as Will walked them slowly back up the hill.
“Are we going to look for who did this?”
“No. I’m not the law. We want to avoid these kind of people. And maybe warn others if we can.” Kelly nodded her head in understanding. They saw no one that day and spent a quiet cautious night. No campfire, no target practice, a cold meal. No sex. Kelly was satisfied in a way that Will had his priorities. And their safety was first. Checking the map they planned to move west off of the line of the Trail. Will explained his logic.
“We know there are groups to be concerned with along here. And some may be aware of us. Including people following. We can go across and avoid the big cities. This is Pennsylvania over here?”
“Yes, Pennsylvania.”
“I thought so. Looks like lots of country west of…”
“Philadelphia.”
“Yes. We can go down through here, Pono…?”
“Look let’s do that one a letter at a time.”
“Po-co-noss.”
“Good, they say Poconos.”
“Ok, down through there.”
“Good, lots of smaller towns through there.”
They moved down off their trail and eventually across the Hudson above Rhinebeck. It was a long day of travel. Once across the river as the skies darkened they settled down for the night. They felt safer. They were soon naked under a blanket. Will lay on his back as Kelly rolled her hips feeling his cock stretching her and touching her in the nicest ways. He liked this position. He liked the way it felt as she moved her hips this way and that holding him, releasing him, causing him to touch her in places that made her moan. He also liked the way her breasts swayed with her movements. Moving targets for his tongue and lips. He liked it even more when she lay against him offering her mouth, and her tongue. Oh how he liked when her tongue found his. Her hips moving up and down, Will moving his own to push himself deeper. Then Kelly sat up and ground herself onto him, her hands braced against his chest and she rode him to orgasm, calling his name over and over and he felt her tense and release on him. She lay against him again as Will took control bouncing her on him as he lifted his ass off the ground then let them fall until he felt the surge and shared himself with Kelly.
As they lay holding each other staring up at the countless stars Will noticed a glow in the sky off to the west. He got the map and opened it across their laps. Kelly pulled the blanket up against the chill and peered down using starlight and the flickering campfire to read.
“We’re here. I think I know what that may be. Woodstock.” Will looked at Kelly with a confused expression. “You never heard of “Woodstock?” He shook his head. “It was a long time ago. Over 75, 80 years now. Young people gathered for peace and music.”
“You think people are going there now?”
“It was called Woodstock, but it was somewhere else if I recall. But people will know the name. If there’s a large camp somewhere, it would make sense that they’d be drawn there.”
“Do you think it would be safe?”
“I don’t know. I would think the kind of people drawn there would be. We could get information.” They lay back looking up. Will said out loud,
“Peace and music. Hmm.” In the morning they started off northwest. Being careful of more open areas it was late day before they arrived.