Jessiis' POV
I can't wait any longer. I need to go to town. In the early morning, I gave my eldest brother a $10 bill to go on a horse ride with me, tell me the rest of the story, and go into town with me. We told mother we would be back in a few hours, and that we were going exploring on our horses. She packed us snacks and bottled waters, then we were off to fetch our horses. The morning dew was softly settled on our mowed lawn, and every now and then we'd feel drops of the water drop into our shoes. Humidity fuzzed our hair and we laughed at each other as we tried to pin it down. As we reached our stables, I opened my horses stable and fed her a sugar cube from a dispenser at the stables opening. I strapped on her saddle and bridal, then mounted her, patting her soft neck. We trotted out and watched Tray attempt to put the saddle on. Once he had finally got it as close to right as he possibly could, he slipped the bridal on his mare, mounted her, then we were off.
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Trays POV
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While we rode off, I started the story again. " They weren't really cursed. " He started " They were haunted. Father has killed before. So, anyone in our family after Fathers generation will be in living hell with the ghost of the man Father killed. " I explained, turning onto towns path. Jessii looked over at me in awe, " Woah... " she mumbled. Then were were silent, thinking about what lay ahead of us in the wicked ton.
