Cowgirls Prayer....Chapter One
This is one of my stories...I think that it's pretty good. I want to know what you think though. I wanna know if I'm any good at writing...
The hot sun beat down on the two figures that topped the sandy hill. The horse was moving slowly, trying to preserve it's energy. It was hot, and they had been on the move. Bb, had been out doing what she did best. The life of an outlaw. Sure, it was lonely sometimes. But it had plenty of adventure. You see, after her son had been killed in an accident on her ranch, she wasn't able to take it anymore. All within a day, she had run her good, respectable life right into the ground. She had killed her son. She was a murderer.
Her hat was pulled down to protect her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. Her clothes were dusty, and ripped in some places. Her red hair was tucked under her hat in a pony tail, green eyes staring at her hands. When she was angry, her eyes lit up like spitfires, and she'd turn red. She wasn't one to piss off. No one would, because they were afraid of her. She was famous, you know. Everyone knew of her deeds. Not that they were so great. She sighed, lifting her eyes from her hands to scout out the area. Suddenly, Desert Storm tensed, head tossing back. "C'mon, Storm. What's up?" She muttered to herself.
Glancing around swiftly, she saw yet another figure. Horse and man, possibly women. She bit her lip not sure of what to make of this particular situation. His hat was pulled down over his eyes, but what she didn't know was that they were hiding a mask of pain. His horse was moving slow to try to ease some of the pain. Storm snorted, dancing backwards. "Oh, stop it. Don't draw attention to us." She muttered to him. He whinnied, drawing the attention of the other's horse. He however, never looked up. Finally with a groan, he slid from the back of his horse, landing with a thump on the ground. She was curious in what happened. She slid from the back of Storm, and led him over to the other rider, and horse.
The other horse stared dangerously at herself, and Storm. Storm stomped his hoof, and lowered his head to itch his leg. She was never good with talking. She looked down at him and asked "Are you alright?" It sounded stupid now. Really stupid. She shook her head, and said "What happened?" He just shrugged, and said "No. Got shot." She cocked her head to the side, looking down. "Do you need help?" His answer came too fast. "No." He answered, but a groan followed it. She looked around, spotting horses approaching. Her eyes narrowed down at him.
"You ain't being followed are ya?" She questioned. He shook his head, looking up for the first time. "No, we lost 'em over that ridge. Or so I thought we did." He shrugged again. She sighed, and mounted Storm. "I'll lead 'em off." She grumbled a few words to herself, as she urged Storm to gallop. He complied, and the shot right into the posse's sights. All five horses started to run after her. A smirk slowly crossed her complexion. She pushed Storm through the canyon, taking dangerous trails and what not. Meanwhile, he leaned against Honey who wouldn't let him fall asleep. "Darn it Honey!" He muttered. Every time he started to nod off, Honey would nudge him once more, waking him up.
There was also one time when he started to fall over, moaning in the process. Honey nudged him back in an upright position. "Good horse..." He mumbled softly. Honey's head suddenly jerked up upon hearing another horses hoof beats. "Smart horse." Bb commented. He sighed, and said "More like annoying." Honey snorted softly, and struggled to her feet. She stayed close however, to help him stay sitting up. "So, Who are you?" She asked, curious in who he really was. "A person." He answered, as he struggled to his feet. She scoffed lightly, and said "Oh? Nice to meet'cha, Person." He threw her a dirty look, before struggling back into the saddle.
"If you really wanna know, just look at the wanted posters in town. You'll figure it out." He tipped his hat to her, and gave Honey the ok to start walking. Bb shrugged, and said "I wouldn't go that way. Lost the Sheriff up there."
And with that, she started in the opposite way. She was staring at the horizon, eyes wandering the landscape. Storm tensed, and ear twitching back. She turned in the saddle, to see a perplexed 'person' gritting his teeth to stop from screaming in pain. Behind him were the posse, and Sheriff. She sucked in a deep breath, and urged Storm forward. All she could say was that she tried warning him. Storm and Bb got into town before they did. She sighed, her anger at herself once again building up. She tied Storm up outside the Saloon before walking in.
He on the other hand, tottered to the doctor. He would have to help him, considering the doc owed him a favor. As he limped in, the doc glanced at him. "Mick, what have you done now?" Mick grinned sheepishly, and said "I figured you would help me without asking too many questions. Was I wrong?" The doc threw him a look of condemnation, before saying "So, what do we have here?" Mick grinned the best he could, and said "It's a rusty ol' bullet, that's all you really need to know." Another look was shot his way.
Across the street however, a lot of commotion was being stirred up by Bb. She had downed three beers, when the Bartender shot her a look. "What's a gal doing in here drinking her life away?" He asked. She shrugged, and said "Give me another." He shook his head. "No, lady. I think you've had quite enough." She lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar. "I'm sure, that if you would like money, you would give me what I want.. Or am I wrong?" She growled. He threw his hands up in mock surrender, and answered "Here's another." She grabbed it, and tottered from the bar. Chugging half of it on her way to nowhere.
Just as she was leaving, a guy knocked into her. "Hey, watch it dumbie." She growled. He turned on her, and roared "Those are some pretty tough words for a small lady such as your self." He pushed her back, her eyes starting to burn like spitfires. "Touch me again, I dare ya." She growled, eyes meeting that of the guys. "You mean, like this?" He asked, as he shoved her again. In turn she didn't bother to rid the bottle of liquor. She brought it down on his head, the glass shattering. Then, grabbing his arm she twisted it behind his back, and shoved his face against a table.
"Touch. Me. Again." She growled. He roared with rage, everyone getting in on the fight. He squirmed away, and punched her square in the face. "Was that enough for ya?" He asked, as he shoved her into a pole, and socked her one again. She growled, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. She kneed him in the stomach, and pushed him away. Taking her knife she pushed him against the wall, and stabbed it right through the cloth of his shirt, and driving it into the wall. "Next time I won't miss." She snarled.
Mick looked up from the doctor's office. "Now, boy. You don't need to be walking on that leg, ya hear?" He asked. Mick's attention was on the bar. "Son?" The doc's voice sliced through the noise. "Yeah, I hear ya." But despite what the doc just had said, he got up, and hobbled out the door. She was being tossed around, some guys punching her, getting a hard punch in return. Some guys fought beside her. Others would fight with her, and then against her. It just depended I guess. Someone tapped her shoulder, so she swung around. The guy didn't hesitate in smashing a bottle upside her head. She was seeing stars, as she tottered away. "How'd that feel, Missy?" He roared.
Mick scowled as he walked in. He walked up to the guy, and punched him square in the nose. Then, grabbing Bb, he pushed through the crowd. Despite the pain in his leg, he picked her up bridle style. He walked through the door, the doc staring at him. "Did I not just say you don't need to be walking, and you come back walking AND carrying a girl?" Mick completely ignored his question. "She's hurt. Figured I could do some good for a change." The doc nodded, and said "I'll look at her, only if you lay down in that bed." He said, pointing to the bed with his thumb. Mick looked over, and said "Fine."
"What'd you do, girl?" He said softly, staring down at her. He examined her head wiping some of the blood from the wound. She had several bruises on her cheek, and arms. He shook his head, and lay her in the bed across the room from Mick. Mick closed his eyes finally, slipping into the abyss of dreamless nights.
She started tossing and turning early in the morning. Mick grew curious. He pulled a stool beside her bed, and looked down at her. "No...No! I didn't mean to! It...it was an accident I swear!" The short sob like murmurs flooded from her mouth. He cocked his head to the side, not really sure what to make of it yet. He put a hand to her forehead softly tracing the wound. She was stupid. He had to give her that. She opened her eyes, and moaned. "Ouch....The light hurts." She closed one eye, and tried to focus on him, yet she was seeing three of him. "Those are the effects of head injuries, and hangovers." He chuckled softly.
"Head injuries...? Where'd you come from? Where are I?" She asked, as she tried to sit up. "Lay down, you fool. You can't get up like that. You're at the doc's place. Well, when a mother and father really love each other, the decide to -" She smacked his arm, and said "That's not what I meant, you dipstick." He laughed softly, and said "I know." She was glaring up at him, and questioned, "I still don't know you. What is your name?" She asked. "I figured if you really wanted to know, you would've checked the sheriff's wall. Thought you'd already be in jail." He answered.
"Darn it!" She muttered, but the sudden out burst hurt. Bad. "Mick. It's Mick." He answered. She sighed, and said "Thank you. I'm Bb." She answered. "Bb? That's a peculiar name." He teased. "Mick, stop messing with her. She needs to rest, and so do you." The doc interrupted. Mick nodded, as he stumbled back over to his bed. She sighed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't think of anything to say to him. She didn't know what he was still doing here. Suddenly she muttered "What happened to Storm?" Before she could even breath Mick answered. "I put 'em in the stable for you. Go to sleep."
"But...I don't wanna...." Darkness slowly started to seep in, despite her efforts to not let it. The sweet, sweet darkness engulfed her senses. Mick slowly started to fade out of the picture. And soon, that sweet darkness had her. It was hours again before she opened her eyes. But this time, Mick was gone. She looked around, wincing as she eased herself to her elbows. She looked around, wondering where he had gone. "He's at the stable. He'll be back. Don't you worry about it." The doc grunted, without looking at her. She sighed, and tried to get to her feet. "Where exactly do you think you're trying to go?" He questioned, turning around to face her. She shrugged. "Gotta check on my horse. I can't let a total stranger do all the work for me." The doc laughed, and said "May I remind you that total stranger is not as strange as you think. He's an outlaw, just as you are, missy. And he saved you from being punched to a pulp out there. I think you need to trust him, huh?" She grinned, shifting to her feet. "If he is an outlaw, you never trust him, doc. You learn this your self." She stumbled to the door.
'That includes not trusting your self...' She thought to herself. As she limped out to the barn she thought about yesterday. So what if he helped her out? She didn't know why, but it wasn't for her. It was for his own gain. What exactly, she wasn't sure if she'd ever find out. She limped through the open door to be welcomed warmly by Storm. Mick was leaning against the pole staring at her. "I'm surprised the doc actually let you leave. Impressive." He commented. "He didn't. I left anyway." A chuckle rumbled from his chest, but he didn't say anything. She patted Storm down, and looked up when he said "We leave tomorrow morning."
She arched an eyebrow. "We?" She asked, skeptical. "Yeah, we. Why, you got a problem with that?" He mimicked her move. "Why?" She countered. "Why? Because sheriff knows we're here. And I figured that if we leave together we can help each other out, ya know?" He replied. She was silent for a moment. She was never partners with anyone during her crimes. She wasn't sure that she would change now. "If we both go together that means he'll have a better chance of catching both of us." She answered. Mick nodded, but didn't answer. As he passed her, he muttered "Yes, but you'd have the better chance of being the one to be caught first. Your stupid, I'll give you that." She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a nasty comment.
He got half way down the road when he turned. "Are you coming?" She shook her head, 'no,' but came along anyway. He chuckled at her antics, but didn't say a word. The next morning, he was gently shaking her awake. "Sheriff's in town. We gotta go." He whispered. "Mhm?" She mumbled. He sighed, and sat down. "Am I going to have to carry you again?" He asked. "I don't know....I'm not that heavy anyway, am I?" She muttered. His eyes lit up with laughter. "Yeah, you are. Especially with this bad leg of mine." He ducked to avoid a book being chucked at his head. "Let's go you dipstick." She muttered as she fled the room. He hobbled after her chuckling to himself.
Honey was not happy to have Storm there to say none the least. Every moment she had, she was glaring at him. She didn't like him. Or Bb. It had been just her and Mick, and that's the way she liked it. Storm found it rather amusing that she already hated him. He snorted lightly a look that would probably be called a smirk forming in his eyes. Bb sighed, as she pulled herself up into the saddle. Mick eased himself into the saddle, Honey making as easy as she could for him. As soon as he was settled in the saddle Bb pushed Storm forward. Honey shuddered, and wanted to take off to be ahead. "No, Honey. Not yet." He muttered softly to the horse. She almost seemed to sigh, but settled into a well collected trot.
Bb didn't look back. The only way she knew they were still behind her was the faint sound of hoof beat behind them. She kept her eyes glued on the sunset, never looking back at him. She was at peace right now. She was complete. This was when she was able to go back to the days on the ranch. When she wasn't constantly running from town to town to escape the various sheriffs. It took her back the days filled with hard labor, and an honest living. It took her back to the sweet scent of hay, and leather. All of that had been run into the ground when the accident took place. The accident that sent her whole life into a spinning time bomb. At the young age of 19.
Yeah, amazing huh? Both parents had been unfortunate victims of a robbery. Ironic how she became what had killed them, eh? She always swore to herself that she would never turn out that way, or let anyone she knew about turn out that way for that matter. No, she couldn't allow it. That was then however. Her mom and dad's business had vanished after the accident. People couldn't accept it for what it really was. An accident. So, after two months of holding on she snapped. Walking into sheriff's office she shot him right then and there. No one knew what had happened until she left the office, and mounted Storm.
They were all curious in why she had just got up and left without saying goodbye to any of them. She was surely a mystery. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the office. That's when she had kicked Storm into gear, and took off into the sunset. Their beloved Sheriff had been killed. None knew how she did it either. He was usually very much on guard. Her picture was on the wanted posters the next day. It said "Local Resident of White Brook, Bb Scott is wanted under the charges of first degree murder. Her unfortunate victim was the beloved sheriff. Wanted dead or alive. 500$ reward money."
She smirked the first time she saw her face on a flyer. Her hat was pulled low over her face so she was able to get away with buying supplies in the next town. And then leaving moments after. Her robberies varied from banks, to stores. Her murders usually wealthy folk. Those who she felt shouldn't be sucking in air. She was ashamed of every last one of them. She didn't know how to change though. She didn't want to change, but then again she didn't want to be like this. She was trapped, and she hated it. Storm had been her companion through thick and dry for the year she had been outlawed.
He was her shoulder to cry on. He was her shelter of comfort, though she did get lonely after a while. Sure, talking to a horse was great and all but she lacked social skills. She felt that she had none at all. But who could blame an outlaw for not talking to anybody? I certainly do not. She couldn't trust anybody. She couldn't trust Mick because he could very well turn her in for her award money which was now at a whopping 2,000 dollars. Outlaws could, and would turn on each other. Somehow though, she had been able to outrun sheriff so far. Mick seemed like he was safe, for now at least.
Her thoughts were disturbed when he declared "We're camping here to-night." She nodded, but wanted to know who made him king of this outfit? Well, if you really wanted to call it that. She wasn't going to argue with him though. She was so dog gone tired, she wasn't sure it was right. She started un-tacking Storm first. She worked fast, but obviously not fast enough. Storm was growing more and more impatient. He wanted to go graze, and get a drink. Most of all, he wanted to rest.
Once a fire was built Bb didn't second guess anything. She just slid into her sleeping back, and was soon engulfed in darkness. Mick on the other hand stared into the crackling of the flames. Thoughtful. Wondering if he had made the right choice in bringing her along. Truthfully, he was worried about her. She seemed to be in a mental state of something. Possibly something that went on in her past. Whatever it was, she was stupid. Her actions were stupid at least. He had to admit that he had never seen a girl with that much spunk to go and take on a bar. Come to think of it, it was pretty hilarious.
~~I want to know what you think. So, tell me, please.
Love,
Burn
Her hat was pulled down to protect her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. Her clothes were dusty, and ripped in some places. Her red hair was tucked under her hat in a pony tail, green eyes staring at her hands. When she was angry, her eyes lit up like spitfires, and she'd turn red. She wasn't one to piss off. No one would, because they were afraid of her. She was famous, you know. Everyone knew of her deeds. Not that they were so great. She sighed, lifting her eyes from her hands to scout out the area. Suddenly, Desert Storm tensed, head tossing back. "C'mon, Storm. What's up?" She muttered to herself.
Glancing around swiftly, she saw yet another figure. Horse and man, possibly women. She bit her lip not sure of what to make of this particular situation. His hat was pulled down over his eyes, but what she didn't know was that they were hiding a mask of pain. His horse was moving slow to try to ease some of the pain. Storm snorted, dancing backwards. "Oh, stop it. Don't draw attention to us." She muttered to him. He whinnied, drawing the attention of the other's horse. He however, never looked up. Finally with a groan, he slid from the back of his horse, landing with a thump on the ground. She was curious in what happened. She slid from the back of Storm, and led him over to the other rider, and horse.
The other horse stared dangerously at herself, and Storm. Storm stomped his hoof, and lowered his head to itch his leg. She was never good with talking. She looked down at him and asked "Are you alright?" It sounded stupid now. Really stupid. She shook her head, and said "What happened?" He just shrugged, and said "No. Got shot." She cocked her head to the side, looking down. "Do you need help?" His answer came too fast. "No." He answered, but a groan followed it. She looked around, spotting horses approaching. Her eyes narrowed down at him.
"You ain't being followed are ya?" She questioned. He shook his head, looking up for the first time. "No, we lost 'em over that ridge. Or so I thought we did." He shrugged again. She sighed, and mounted Storm. "I'll lead 'em off." She grumbled a few words to herself, as she urged Storm to gallop. He complied, and the shot right into the posse's sights. All five horses started to run after her. A smirk slowly crossed her complexion. She pushed Storm through the canyon, taking dangerous trails and what not. Meanwhile, he leaned against Honey who wouldn't let him fall asleep. "Darn it Honey!" He muttered. Every time he started to nod off, Honey would nudge him once more, waking him up.
There was also one time when he started to fall over, moaning in the process. Honey nudged him back in an upright position. "Good horse..." He mumbled softly. Honey's head suddenly jerked up upon hearing another horses hoof beats. "Smart horse." Bb commented. He sighed, and said "More like annoying." Honey snorted softly, and struggled to her feet. She stayed close however, to help him stay sitting up. "So, Who are you?" She asked, curious in who he really was. "A person." He answered, as he struggled to his feet. She scoffed lightly, and said "Oh? Nice to meet'cha, Person." He threw her a dirty look, before struggling back into the saddle.
"If you really wanna know, just look at the wanted posters in town. You'll figure it out." He tipped his hat to her, and gave Honey the ok to start walking. Bb shrugged, and said "I wouldn't go that way. Lost the Sheriff up there."
And with that, she started in the opposite way. She was staring at the horizon, eyes wandering the landscape. Storm tensed, and ear twitching back. She turned in the saddle, to see a perplexed 'person' gritting his teeth to stop from screaming in pain. Behind him were the posse, and Sheriff. She sucked in a deep breath, and urged Storm forward. All she could say was that she tried warning him. Storm and Bb got into town before they did. She sighed, her anger at herself once again building up. She tied Storm up outside the Saloon before walking in.
He on the other hand, tottered to the doctor. He would have to help him, considering the doc owed him a favor. As he limped in, the doc glanced at him. "Mick, what have you done now?" Mick grinned sheepishly, and said "I figured you would help me without asking too many questions. Was I wrong?" The doc threw him a look of condemnation, before saying "So, what do we have here?" Mick grinned the best he could, and said "It's a rusty ol' bullet, that's all you really need to know." Another look was shot his way.
Across the street however, a lot of commotion was being stirred up by Bb. She had downed three beers, when the Bartender shot her a look. "What's a gal doing in here drinking her life away?" He asked. She shrugged, and said "Give me another." He shook his head. "No, lady. I think you've had quite enough." She lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar. "I'm sure, that if you would like money, you would give me what I want.. Or am I wrong?" She growled. He threw his hands up in mock surrender, and answered "Here's another." She grabbed it, and tottered from the bar. Chugging half of it on her way to nowhere.
Just as she was leaving, a guy knocked into her. "Hey, watch it dumbie." She growled. He turned on her, and roared "Those are some pretty tough words for a small lady such as your self." He pushed her back, her eyes starting to burn like spitfires. "Touch me again, I dare ya." She growled, eyes meeting that of the guys. "You mean, like this?" He asked, as he shoved her again. In turn she didn't bother to rid the bottle of liquor. She brought it down on his head, the glass shattering. Then, grabbing his arm she twisted it behind his back, and shoved his face against a table.
"Touch. Me. Again." She growled. He roared with rage, everyone getting in on the fight. He squirmed away, and punched her square in the face. "Was that enough for ya?" He asked, as he shoved her into a pole, and socked her one again. She growled, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. She kneed him in the stomach, and pushed him away. Taking her knife she pushed him against the wall, and stabbed it right through the cloth of his shirt, and driving it into the wall. "Next time I won't miss." She snarled.
Mick looked up from the doctor's office. "Now, boy. You don't need to be walking on that leg, ya hear?" He asked. Mick's attention was on the bar. "Son?" The doc's voice sliced through the noise. "Yeah, I hear ya." But despite what the doc just had said, he got up, and hobbled out the door. She was being tossed around, some guys punching her, getting a hard punch in return. Some guys fought beside her. Others would fight with her, and then against her. It just depended I guess. Someone tapped her shoulder, so she swung around. The guy didn't hesitate in smashing a bottle upside her head. She was seeing stars, as she tottered away. "How'd that feel, Missy?" He roared.
Mick scowled as he walked in. He walked up to the guy, and punched him square in the nose. Then, grabbing Bb, he pushed through the crowd. Despite the pain in his leg, he picked her up bridle style. He walked through the door, the doc staring at him. "Did I not just say you don't need to be walking, and you come back walking AND carrying a girl?" Mick completely ignored his question. "She's hurt. Figured I could do some good for a change." The doc nodded, and said "I'll look at her, only if you lay down in that bed." He said, pointing to the bed with his thumb. Mick looked over, and said "Fine."
"What'd you do, girl?" He said softly, staring down at her. He examined her head wiping some of the blood from the wound. She had several bruises on her cheek, and arms. He shook his head, and lay her in the bed across the room from Mick. Mick closed his eyes finally, slipping into the abyss of dreamless nights.
She started tossing and turning early in the morning. Mick grew curious. He pulled a stool beside her bed, and looked down at her. "No...No! I didn't mean to! It...it was an accident I swear!" The short sob like murmurs flooded from her mouth. He cocked his head to the side, not really sure what to make of it yet. He put a hand to her forehead softly tracing the wound. She was stupid. He had to give her that. She opened her eyes, and moaned. "Ouch....The light hurts." She closed one eye, and tried to focus on him, yet she was seeing three of him. "Those are the effects of head injuries, and hangovers." He chuckled softly.
"Head injuries...? Where'd you come from? Where are I?" She asked, as she tried to sit up. "Lay down, you fool. You can't get up like that. You're at the doc's place. Well, when a mother and father really love each other, the decide to -" She smacked his arm, and said "That's not what I meant, you dipstick." He laughed softly, and said "I know." She was glaring up at him, and questioned, "I still don't know you. What is your name?" She asked. "I figured if you really wanted to know, you would've checked the sheriff's wall. Thought you'd already be in jail." He answered.
"Darn it!" She muttered, but the sudden out burst hurt. Bad. "Mick. It's Mick." He answered. She sighed, and said "Thank you. I'm Bb." She answered. "Bb? That's a peculiar name." He teased. "Mick, stop messing with her. She needs to rest, and so do you." The doc interrupted. Mick nodded, as he stumbled back over to his bed. She sighed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn't think of anything to say to him. She didn't know what he was still doing here. Suddenly she muttered "What happened to Storm?" Before she could even breath Mick answered. "I put 'em in the stable for you. Go to sleep."
"But...I don't wanna...." Darkness slowly started to seep in, despite her efforts to not let it. The sweet, sweet darkness engulfed her senses. Mick slowly started to fade out of the picture. And soon, that sweet darkness had her. It was hours again before she opened her eyes. But this time, Mick was gone. She looked around, wincing as she eased herself to her elbows. She looked around, wondering where he had gone. "He's at the stable. He'll be back. Don't you worry about it." The doc grunted, without looking at her. She sighed, and tried to get to her feet. "Where exactly do you think you're trying to go?" He questioned, turning around to face her. She shrugged. "Gotta check on my horse. I can't let a total stranger do all the work for me." The doc laughed, and said "May I remind you that total stranger is not as strange as you think. He's an outlaw, just as you are, missy. And he saved you from being punched to a pulp out there. I think you need to trust him, huh?" She grinned, shifting to her feet. "If he is an outlaw, you never trust him, doc. You learn this your self." She stumbled to the door.
'That includes not trusting your self...' She thought to herself. As she limped out to the barn she thought about yesterday. So what if he helped her out? She didn't know why, but it wasn't for her. It was for his own gain. What exactly, she wasn't sure if she'd ever find out. She limped through the open door to be welcomed warmly by Storm. Mick was leaning against the pole staring at her. "I'm surprised the doc actually let you leave. Impressive." He commented. "He didn't. I left anyway." A chuckle rumbled from his chest, but he didn't say anything. She patted Storm down, and looked up when he said "We leave tomorrow morning."
She arched an eyebrow. "We?" She asked, skeptical. "Yeah, we. Why, you got a problem with that?" He mimicked her move. "Why?" She countered. "Why? Because sheriff knows we're here. And I figured that if we leave together we can help each other out, ya know?" He replied. She was silent for a moment. She was never partners with anyone during her crimes. She wasn't sure that she would change now. "If we both go together that means he'll have a better chance of catching both of us." She answered. Mick nodded, but didn't answer. As he passed her, he muttered "Yes, but you'd have the better chance of being the one to be caught first. Your stupid, I'll give you that." She bit her lip in an attempt to hold back a nasty comment.
He got half way down the road when he turned. "Are you coming?" She shook her head, 'no,' but came along anyway. He chuckled at her antics, but didn't say a word. The next morning, he was gently shaking her awake. "Sheriff's in town. We gotta go." He whispered. "Mhm?" She mumbled. He sighed, and sat down. "Am I going to have to carry you again?" He asked. "I don't know....I'm not that heavy anyway, am I?" She muttered. His eyes lit up with laughter. "Yeah, you are. Especially with this bad leg of mine." He ducked to avoid a book being chucked at his head. "Let's go you dipstick." She muttered as she fled the room. He hobbled after her chuckling to himself.
Honey was not happy to have Storm there to say none the least. Every moment she had, she was glaring at him. She didn't like him. Or Bb. It had been just her and Mick, and that's the way she liked it. Storm found it rather amusing that she already hated him. He snorted lightly a look that would probably be called a smirk forming in his eyes. Bb sighed, as she pulled herself up into the saddle. Mick eased himself into the saddle, Honey making as easy as she could for him. As soon as he was settled in the saddle Bb pushed Storm forward. Honey shuddered, and wanted to take off to be ahead. "No, Honey. Not yet." He muttered softly to the horse. She almost seemed to sigh, but settled into a well collected trot.
Bb didn't look back. The only way she knew they were still behind her was the faint sound of hoof beat behind them. She kept her eyes glued on the sunset, never looking back at him. She was at peace right now. She was complete. This was when she was able to go back to the days on the ranch. When she wasn't constantly running from town to town to escape the various sheriffs. It took her back the days filled with hard labor, and an honest living. It took her back to the sweet scent of hay, and leather. All of that had been run into the ground when the accident took place. The accident that sent her whole life into a spinning time bomb. At the young age of 19.
Yeah, amazing huh? Both parents had been unfortunate victims of a robbery. Ironic how she became what had killed them, eh? She always swore to herself that she would never turn out that way, or let anyone she knew about turn out that way for that matter. No, she couldn't allow it. That was then however. Her mom and dad's business had vanished after the accident. People couldn't accept it for what it really was. An accident. So, after two months of holding on she snapped. Walking into sheriff's office she shot him right then and there. No one knew what had happened until she left the office, and mounted Storm.
They were all curious in why she had just got up and left without saying goodbye to any of them. She was surely a mystery. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the office. That's when she had kicked Storm into gear, and took off into the sunset. Their beloved Sheriff had been killed. None knew how she did it either. He was usually very much on guard. Her picture was on the wanted posters the next day. It said "Local Resident of White Brook, Bb Scott is wanted under the charges of first degree murder. Her unfortunate victim was the beloved sheriff. Wanted dead or alive. 500$ reward money."
She smirked the first time she saw her face on a flyer. Her hat was pulled low over her face so she was able to get away with buying supplies in the next town. And then leaving moments after. Her robberies varied from banks, to stores. Her murders usually wealthy folk. Those who she felt shouldn't be sucking in air. She was ashamed of every last one of them. She didn't know how to change though. She didn't want to change, but then again she didn't want to be like this. She was trapped, and she hated it. Storm had been her companion through thick and dry for the year she had been outlawed.
He was her shoulder to cry on. He was her shelter of comfort, though she did get lonely after a while. Sure, talking to a horse was great and all but she lacked social skills. She felt that she had none at all. But who could blame an outlaw for not talking to anybody? I certainly do not. She couldn't trust anybody. She couldn't trust Mick because he could very well turn her in for her award money which was now at a whopping 2,000 dollars. Outlaws could, and would turn on each other. Somehow though, she had been able to outrun sheriff so far. Mick seemed like he was safe, for now at least.
Her thoughts were disturbed when he declared "We're camping here to-night." She nodded, but wanted to know who made him king of this outfit? Well, if you really wanted to call it that. She wasn't going to argue with him though. She was so dog gone tired, she wasn't sure it was right. She started un-tacking Storm first. She worked fast, but obviously not fast enough. Storm was growing more and more impatient. He wanted to go graze, and get a drink. Most of all, he wanted to rest.
Once a fire was built Bb didn't second guess anything. She just slid into her sleeping back, and was soon engulfed in darkness. Mick on the other hand stared into the crackling of the flames. Thoughtful. Wondering if he had made the right choice in bringing her along. Truthfully, he was worried about her. She seemed to be in a mental state of something. Possibly something that went on in her past. Whatever it was, she was stupid. Her actions were stupid at least. He had to admit that he had never seen a girl with that much spunk to go and take on a bar. Come to think of it, it was pretty hilarious.
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