John

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I froze.

"Well?" He said

"What?" I said shaking

"I said, Who are you?" He said still pointing the gun at me

"I... I'm May.... May Green. I was filling in for my father. He had to go somewhere and um... I, well, he wanted me to fill in for him." I said staggering a bit.

"He sent an eighteen year old girl to do a man's job?" He said.

"Excuse me. I'm twenty and a half." I said

"Still." He said holstering his gun.

"What you think girls can't do a man's job." I said having a angry voice.

"Nope." He said sitting up and staring straight ahead.

"Sexist." I said sitting up and staring straight ahead too still shaken up from getting my head blown up.

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"I'm sorry for what I said, about earlier." He said

"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes.

"I deserve that." He said smiling

"I hate this." He continued to talk. There was no way I could ignore the whole time.

"Hate what?" I asked

"Moving these poor folks out west in the hot, blistering sun." He said pointing toward them.

"My dad did too, but this was the only job he could find. He had to find away to pay for my mothers death." I said looking down.

"What happened to her?" He asked.

"She was kidnapped and killed by a Indian." I said

"Oh, um, I'm sorry." He said

"Don't bother. It was like four years ago." I said

"By the way," he continued,"I'm John. John smith."

"I'm pretty sure you already know my name when you pointed that gun at me.

"May Green, that's a pretty name." He said

"Thank you." I said blushing a little.

After about ten minutes of complete awkwardness, I saw something a long the horizon. The objects were running toward my direction. I heard galloping from horses that sounded like they were going at least seventy miles per hour.

" I don't believe it." John said through a scared voice looking through a telescope.

"What?" I said

"Look" he said handing me his telescope.

As I looked through the telescope, I finally spotted the objects... They were Indians.

I'm not sure that's a good thing.

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