People were always having to save Gracie, until she learnt that the only person in this type of world who can save her... is herself.
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Gracelynn Roberts, the fifteen year old daughter of Abigail Roberts. She and her mother lived from place to place...
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John was leaning against some crates, looking at the auction yard nearby until he saw Arthur and Gracie coming over. His eyes briefly flickered over to the horse she was on and then back over to the sheep. Arthur dismounted his horse first and approached the man, "So, feelin' better? How's the scar?" Arthur asked considering John seemed well enough now.
"I heal pretty fast." John simply said as Gracie got off her horse and walked over to them, "You finally allowed outta camp again then, huh?" He quipped to the girl.
"You sound thrilled 'bout that." Gracie responded, tilting her head slightly. "But yeah, I've been freed."
Arthur looked between the two before letting out a quick sigh, "So you just lazin' about or you got any leads?"
John hummed and nodded to the sheep, "I got somethin'. You see them?"
Arthur nodded and the three of them looked over at the sheep, "Sure. What, you see yourself as a shepherd now?"
"Farmer John, huh? That'll be the day." Gracie mused and took her horse's reins to lead him.
"Maybe." John sarcastically replied to Arthur's question, nodding to the side to continue walking, "C'mon."
Gracie followed behind the two men, "What are we doin'? If it's borin' can I go home?"
"I told ya', you ain't goin' back on your own." Arthur repeated to the girl before looking back at John, "Where exactly are we goin'?"
"Collect somethin', help us get some sheep." John answered. That was his plan? Really, sheep?
The pair spoke back and forth as much as Gracie lingered behind a bit whilst leading Glenn beside her, she was loving him already and they hadn't gone out on a proper ride yet. Maybe she should go with John and Arthur so she can properly ride Glenn, plus, what can go wrong with sheep?
"Just need to pick up somethin'. There's a hitchin' post over there, tie your horses and I'll meet you across the street."
Arthur faintly shook his head as he and Gracie tied their horses, "I already don't like how this is goin'. Forget what I said earlier, ride back to camp if ya' want and save yourself from this mess."
"Nah, it's fine. Mama did say that I can go out for a ride, so I'll tag along." She shrugged her shoulders and headed over to the gun store. "Gun store?"
John stood waiting and leaned against the wall, "Arthur, can you head in, pick up a sniper rifle? I'll explain later." Arthur questioned it, but still went inside anyway and Gracie sat on the fence and swung her legs. "So, you finally got yourself that horse?"
Gracie lightly nodded, looking back behind her at her brown and white horse with a smile, "Yeah, ain't he cool? Can't believe mama actually let me get one."
