Leaving Goodsprings

After the fight with the Powder Gangers everyone licked their wounds, Doc Mitchell patched up the real bad, and the dead were buried. After a few days of recovery and heavy celebration Madeline knew she had to head on.

"Don't worry Madeline," Sunny exclaimed after downing a bit of moonshine "I am still gonna help you get up to Vegas. Cheyenne and me won't let you down. We couldn't have helped Goodsprings without you!" She gives her a warm embrace and cheers are exhanged in the Prospector's Saloon.

"And I will be going too." Ringo pipes in "I've gotta be back to the Crimson Caravan headquaters outside Vegas anyway." Ringo smiles.

"I am just so thankful for everyone here." Madeline blushes "I couldn't have done this without all the help and hospitality of Goodsprings."

"Well we sure are glad you stumbled in." Trudy smiles as she raises a glass of rotgut.

"We can head out in the morning after we have had a nice long rest." says Sunny "I think I know a good route to take us to Vegas without having to worry about those Powder Gangers or the Legion."

"Uuugh lets not worry about any of that right now--its a celebration!" Ringo laughs.

"Very well--" Sunny raises her glass "To Goodsprings!"

A chorus of laughter and toasts follows as the revelry lasts well into the night.

The next day, after a warm bath and a good breakfast the trio of adventurers heads out of town northeastward amid a barrage of handshakes, hugs, and well wishes.