[Fall, 1888]
Finally got my hands on clean journal after loosin' my last one.
A lot has happened, I can't write too much in detail.
Laying low is so... Tiring. Nobody to talk to, can't show my face..
Why did I run?
I could have stayed n' fought or something.
Scared
is what I was. Seein' all those men on their horses, there was no way I was gonna be able to help all of them, or what was left of us folk.
I blame myself for runnin.... I should have stayed. I would have died for them.
Something in me switched seeing those men again. I'm a god damn coward and I blame myself for not using the gun in my hand and my wits to finish what I started with them.
But it wasn't just my fault,
right?
He was being chased too. I wasn't the only one with a bounty on my head...
I should have stayed.
-Ruth
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The Rose Journal
Non-FictionThe journal of an Outlaw from the old west of the mid 1800's. See the struggle and sacrifice one makes just to save her own skin to survive in these harsh times. (All characters of the Roses N' Thorns belong to their respective owners. All non-ficti...
