Post by vee3 on Oct 4, 2012 22:17:20 GMT -8
Her heart was racing and her horse was just outside, trying to catch a glimpse of his blonde-haired owner. She was pretty in her own right but the odd look in her eyes spoke of pain that she hid rather well. It was only noticeable if you were looking for it, not that many people chose to look for much of anything. She didn't allow herself the luxury of companionship, unless it was her horse. She got her job done, cared for her horse, kept her mouth shut, and did her damnedest to not bother anybody. Her father was either alive or dead, and she had no idea which it was, as she hadn't seen him since those outlaws had stormed their small farm in North Carolina. She shook the thought from her mind and browsed the store's goods.
She counted her money, every penny of it. She knew what her budget was and refused to go over it. Around her neck, she wore her a necklace her father had boughten her. It was one of the most expensive things he had ever gotten her and what was more surprising was that he finally recognized she was a girl and not a boy. It had been a small token to celebrate her entrance into adulthood. The last night she had seen him, they had joked that now with her being in her near mid-twenties, she should try to settle down and her response had been to laugh at him and say she wouldn't think of leaving him to fend for himself. What she never told him was how much she loved him and how much she worried about him on a daily basis.
Perhaps, it was one of the many things that didn't need to be spoken aloud. He had to have known, right? He wasn't a fool, and they had taken care of each other ever since she was old enough to cook, clean, and generally help out with everything around the ranch. Life had been so much simpler, and she had been happy. Now, she felt lost. "Oh, papa.." She murmured aloud, glancing down at her dusty boots as a curtain of blonde hair fell in front of her face.
She counted her money, every penny of it. She knew what her budget was and refused to go over it. Around her neck, she wore her a necklace her father had boughten her. It was one of the most expensive things he had ever gotten her and what was more surprising was that he finally recognized she was a girl and not a boy. It had been a small token to celebrate her entrance into adulthood. The last night she had seen him, they had joked that now with her being in her near mid-twenties, she should try to settle down and her response had been to laugh at him and say she wouldn't think of leaving him to fend for himself. What she never told him was how much she loved him and how much she worried about him on a daily basis.
Perhaps, it was one of the many things that didn't need to be spoken aloud. He had to have known, right? He wasn't a fool, and they had taken care of each other ever since she was old enough to cook, clean, and generally help out with everything around the ranch. Life had been so much simpler, and she had been happy. Now, she felt lost. "Oh, papa.." She murmured aloud, glancing down at her dusty boots as a curtain of blonde hair fell in front of her face.