I closed my eyes tight as I shut out bedroom door. It's was around three in the mourning. I stayed for about three weeks after my talk with Ursula. My back was healed enough hat I could ride with ease. I snuck out the back door with my things silently crying. I no longer had my ring around my neck. I was next to the letter I left Emma.
I no longer had the feather in my hat either. I opened the barn and hurried to get Caliber ready as quiet as possible.
"So you're leaving?" I jumped and looked at the door to see David standing there.
"God David don't scare me like that!" I said finishing the saddle.
"Why are you leaving I thought things were going well." He said walking over to me. I grabbed my bridle and held the mouth piece up to the horses mouth who put it in his mouth with out fuss.
"That's what you get for thinking. I can't stay. I have a bounty on my head. I can't stay for numerous reasons. Now if you'll please leave me." I said looking away so he didn't see my tears.
"Have a nice trip." He whispered before leaving. I threw my bags on before I tied it tight enough that it wouldn't bounce. I grabbed my rifle and rifle holster and placed them on the saddle. I checked that I had enough bullets in the small pouch before I checked both handguns. I grabbed my coat and pulled it on.
I mounted up and rode out of the barn.
When I was down the street some I stopped and looked back. I had tears streaming down my face as I pulled the bandana over my face. I took shallow breaths before I kicked Caliber hard getting him to run. Not a dead run but fast enough to not change my mind about turning around.
People say love is open love is everything.
All you need is love to be happy.
But that's not me. I feel weak. I love with my whole heart but every time I'm with Emma I feel like a cat with its Scottie food in a cage. Not able to leave but not wanting to because of the food. But wanting to leave because it doesn't like cages.
I cried till I could see the sun coming up. And that's when I decided I would never love again.
I rode for days. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Before I knew it I was in Canada.
Bandit Mills no longer existed in the present. It was now the Evil Queen.
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The Bandit Mills
FantasyEveryone has heard of the Bandit Mills. No one knew their real name or have even seen them up close. Those that have where dead. But most of all everyone thought Mills was a man. But they couldn't be more wrong. Emma Swan. Best archer and most fear...
