The Short Way

Heading due North the party of travelers came across an old quarry known as Sloan, folks there were shaken up by recent events and they met a few workers leaving the area.

"Where you boys headed?" Ringo asked cautiously--as he did with anyone he met on the road.

"Deathclaws have sprung up near the quarry." said one prospector.

"We aren't sitting around here to be dead meat." added another prospector, his overalls dirty with sand and grime.

"Well you might find work south of here in Goodsprings." Sunny Smiles interjected. She knew they would probably be okay since they hadn't attacked them on sight.

That evening they took extra caution as they moved on toward Vegas.

Their journey, while considerably shorter than if they had gone east was still numerous days of toil. Until finally they were only one day away from Vegas.