To be Yours

Removed... Reappraised... Returned?

A/N: Well, not the best... but finally out. I apologize for any mistakes, feedback would be appreciated on the ones seen. My private life has been hell, a horse recently trying to take his foot off, brother in a hospital, and a possible brain relapse from the stress.

Have a good day/night

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"C'mon Arthur, we... we gotta go."

Esperanza struggled to help get the man up on his horse, why the O'Driscoll's had left his personal horse out in the middle of everything. Luckily the Nokota stayed still as the burly man was drug up onto her.

Arthur held onto his saddle horn, the two sharing brief eye contact before Ranza tipped her head, and gave the mare a tap on the butt. "Be safe." Was the last words that were said between the two, a nod from Arthur was the finish before his horse walked on.

A few minutes passed as she watched the man ride off, keeping open ears and keen eyes to any O'Driscoll's coming out.

Ranza watched her fellow member ride off she looked acutely around, slinking down with a throbbing pain in her head and right ribs. A bay morgan came into view not far off, one of the gang members passed out on the building not far off.

The horse snorted as Esperanza slouched towards it, nostrils flaring In anxiety from her ragged breathing. "Sh, sh. Cálmate..." she shushed, running her hands on the horse's neck, her eyes flitting to the O'Driscoll on the ground.

She took the reins over the horses neck, and checked the cinch quickly, before shakily pulling herself up in the saddle.

When the O'Driscoll on the ground next to her made a sharp snort she was sure her heart failed, her body thudding onto the horse's back heavily. "Ma...."

Ranza watched the man for a minute as he stirred, the brown haired woman looked around momentarily as she hunched over the horse beneath her.

The hand grasping at the horse's crest held most of her weight, her balance proving to be off as she turned the gelding to start walking.

Apparently she was crazy to think it would be any effort to escape the camp, most of the men being piss poor drunk, asleep, or hell; a mix of the two.

There were a few standing around talking, but she managed to hide herself and the gelding behind a barn from the members view. The bay gelding shifted nervously beneath her, though Ranza too was nervous; and that was undoubtedly rubbing off on the horse.

Ranza nudged the gelding on as soon as a clear path was visible, or at least a clear path with her frazzled brain in the current ambient. The hispanic woman no doubt looked like death warmed over, though her eyes were on a fine line of wild and blant of emotion.

"Oi! Tommy? You been down to check on ol' eejit?" An O'Driscoll called out from across the camp, like many in the camp; Irish was strong in his lines of speaking. "Ey, I will. Thought's Holmer was 'posed to." Whom Ranza could only suppose was 'Tommy' responded.

'Shit,' was the only thought that passed through Ranza's mind. Her body straightened the best it could, but too stayed down so she could sulk lower on the tall enough horse. The edge of the camp was in view, with a quick look of her surroundings; Esperanza pushed the horse on faster.

Her hand clutched at the horses mane as she bounded out of the camp, going up into a proper riding position when shouts back from the camp sounded. "Git! Vamos!" Ranza urged the horse beneath her.

Bay beneath her scampered to a lope which soon quickened, though despite the woman a top him's thankfulness for the gelding's responsiveness; her head toppled as she galloped across open prairie.