Introduction 3: Bright Green and Bright Yellow

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"WOOHOO!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. I look to my left, then to my right. I looked forward and straightened my straw cowgirl hat. I was having a lotta fun! Haha!

I was riding on my majestic stead into the sunset. Haha just kidding! It's bright out here. The sun's high n' mighty up in that sky! My light brown hair was tied up in a loose ponytail. 

I whipped the ropes and the horse went faster. Man was this awesome. I heard something in the distance. It was more like a gunshot. I tugged on the ropes, signaling Bullseye to stop. The grassy fields were dead silent now. 

Then there was another.

And another.

"Let's go Bullseye." I muttered and whipped at the ropes. We raced towards the shootings. I saw a tracer of a little rabbit bouncing around. It wasn't the real rabbit of course. We gallopped across the field and saw some traces of blood. 

I saw a person. A dark figure. And a dead rabbit.

I sneered at at the man, "You're not s'posed to hunt for critters in these parts." He tilted his hat at me. I scowled. "Nice to see ya ma'am. And I'm allowed." He said, his voice hoarse.

"From who's authority?" I asked. My eyes were gleaming and glaring at him. "Ranger Taisie." He said hesitantly. 

"You're lyin'." I spat. "There is no Ranger Taisie." He snickered. "Lil' girl. Just what're ya gonna do 'bout it anyway? It's not like you can do anything 'bout it, darlin'." He spat back.

"Yeah, I can do crap 'bout it." I got off of Bullseye and tipped my hat low. "As sheriff Austin's daughter." I flicked my hat and looked him straight in the eye. "Yer under arrest by Mimi." 

I guess I scared 'im. He seemed pretty freaked out and stepped back. I worked as my father's lil agent across the fields. I got out some handcuffs from my belt and spun it from my index finger. 

He held up his shot gun, but I threw up the cuffs and they landed on my hat. I pulled out my two twin revolvers. We pointed the guns at each other. "Sir, please lower you're weapon or I'll have to use force."

I smirked mischeviously and walked towards him slowly. "Put the gun down, ya critter killer." I sneered. "How many other animals did ya kill?"

"What's it to you, sheriff's girl?" He asked. "I have the right to know." I said. "Killin' one animal here is a fine for 500 buckaroos. Just imagine how much more--" "Twenty seven." He answered, lowering his gun. "I had to feed my family somethin'" He said. "How many kids ya got?" I asked.

"Three." "What 'bout your wife?" "She's a doctor." He said. "Wait- that should be enough to-" He then attempted to hit me with the butt of the gun, but I dodged and whacked the gun outta his hands. I swung my legs, put away my revolvers, and grabbed the cuffs in one motion. 

I handcuffed the crook. Woohoo! "Y'all got the right to remain silent." I said, proud of myself. I threw him on Bullseye and we gallopped into town. I also brought the dead rabbit. 

I dragged the crook by the collar and entered my father's small prison. "Hiya daddy!" I said happily. He looked up from his desk, his badge gleaming in the sunlight. I thought it was cool. I've always wanted to be a sheriff or a security. "Brought ya fresh meat!" I joked, dragging in the critter killer.

"What'd he do?" "Killin' twenty seven animals that ain't in season." He shook his head and looked at the men. "Where?" "In the field." He smiled. "Good work, darlin'." He put the guy in his cellar. He'll be out in a few, I can promise you. Well, only if he pays the fine of $13,500. 

My dad turned to me. "Hey, Mimi?" "Hm?" "A letter came in for you." Daddy handed me the note. I thought it was to dark in here, so I went outside with Bullseye. I looked up, the sun was so big and bright.

I stared right into it. As much as daddy told me not to, how can I not? It's so big and beautiful. It's got all these little wisps of orange around it. It's not that bright that I can't see anymore, but it was like a lamp. I looked down at the olive tainted envelope. It had my name.

Midori Celandine.

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