To be Yours

Past of the Present( V.1)

(Take a short filler chapter:))

A few days had passed since the robbery Ranza did with the half-stranger. Of course both Javier and Grimshaw had fussed over her face. When she had returned Javier was doing what she suggested; napping in their tent. Somehow in his sleep drunken state he'd made out the large cut and nearly fell on top of her trying to look.

Besides that not much had occurred. Dutch and Hosea were brewing something new up, so she left them to it. Javier had talked her into fishing, and Sadie had brought her along to get some groceries from town.

But today was the day she decided to brave her past and go catch up with old friends. After a bit of digging to confirm; she found they were staying at brandywine drop currently. It was a bit of a ride, but not terrible.

Ranza had headed out about, two hours ago, and was riding through The Heartlands currently, in about thirty minutes she'd guess would be the time she crossed over into Roanoke Ridge.

Deer, Rabbits and animals of such scattered throughout the ride. Everytime she went into this area she forgot how creepy it was, it almost smelt vile.

Maybe it was the smell, or the nervousness pooling at her gut; but she felt the urge to barf. Canción snorted, catching on to his owner's nerves as they rode through trees.

A million thoughts ran through her head. Before she had left, Karen was insisting she should take her along with. Saying it would be good to see more women of their kind. Not only was she sure, but she got Sadie going about the same thing.

Ranza had managed to slip out when Sean distracted Karen, who distracted Sadie. She called herself lucky when she rode out quickly. Though now she was hoping she would've brought one, or the both of them to distract herself. Her mind couldn't calm the neurotransmitters sending signals to her brain, despite the attempts she held.

She knew of the attacks this area was common of, and she didn't know if she wanted one to come at her or not. Though she settled on not, if she got hurt she would just seem desperate showing up at the camp after how long? (Though she knew few wouldn't mind, and would welcome her with open arms. Minus Louise in any situation.)

Ranza knew she was closer when the ground showed more hoof and wagon tracks, and for the area that suggested what came to mind.

Cancion was slowed to a walk as her heart rate picked up more, her gelding awkwardly prancing beneath her.

She turned, seeing a plethora of tents and wagons spread about the river's area. A sense of nostalgia hit her, two women who she didn't recognize walked up to her with rifles at arm. "Can I help you?" The one on the right asked, a tense tone lacing her voice. "Uh, I"m here to see Maybelle?"

The two women looked at each other. "She didn't tell me about anyone coming to see her." The one on the left said, the other nodding in agreement. "We didn't hear anything about this." The right said with narrowed eyes, Ranza feeling a sweat beading on her neck and forehead.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

"Um... It wasn't a.. by-date invitation?"

"No-can-do. Sorry, I know you might be only-"

"Let her through." A voice demanded behind them, the familiar blonde standing with crossed arms a few tens of feet behind the guards. The two women shared an unsettled look and stepped to the side quickly for her to go through.

Never would she imagine herself saying this again, but thank god for Lousie.

Quickly nudging her horse on through the two Ranza walked up next to the blonde who turned around to lead her into camp. "Surprised you found the guts to come here." She commented snarkily. Ranza rolled her eyes, though she was mentally agreeing.