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-Lorraine- "ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴡᴇ ᴍᴇ." -
Haply, I wonder around camp, taking in everyone's complexion with a content feeling shooting through my veins. As I walk throughout the camp, I stop and stare to the beautiful scenery in front of me. It ain't everyday people get to see such lovely trees and such.
While I started to close my eyes to take in this feeling, loud shouting came my way. "Hey, girl!" My head whips around as I heard people from my camp start callin for me. "Got some guys invading the camp, they coming in quick, grab you belongings and hop outta here!" Liam shouted to me as he grabs his lady's hand.
"Got it, sir!" Now this wasn't unusual. There was always someone coming after us, we wasn't the best of people, but at least we don't kill people for the fun of it like others do. I crinkle my nose up In Disgust as I struggle to hop onto my muscular horse.
Branches smack my face as I escape just by a hair. Gunshots sound behind me, the thought of my 'family' dying made my cringe, but I've learned not to get attached. "Go boy, go!" I sniff as the crisp wind came flowing at me like crazy. Dusk gallops through the trees as we ride away from my camp. If all else fails I've got many places down in valentine I'll be able to stay at. Smith
"Help me!" Now I wasn't some crazed women, I don't just stop and help anyone who Calls for it, but I was desperate for somewhere to hide, and perhaps this man would owe me a favor.
"What?" I question, turning on my stern voice.
"I-I just-"
"Move your lips man." The frightened man stumbled on his words as he inched forward. "Oh come on," I sigh, moving closer but not being dumb enough to get off my horse.
"Someone came in and robbed me and my gal..." His eyes wondered off to the two tents behind him. "Our daughter was merely injured we we're scared. We need bandages, anything you got to help us!" I bite my lip as I stare into the strangers eyes. His look of worry made me anxious.
"I got some bandages, I'll only help if you help me. You owe me." The man nods, a sigh of relief escaped his chapped lips.
"Hurry, hurry!" He starts runnin to the tents, cry's from wounded people came my way, created absence of worry for myself. His hand grips the side of the tent and i instantly feel that absence be refilled. A women with a shot gun aims at me, threatening to shoot me if I move any closer.
"Come on!" I groaned out, rollin my eyes in the process. "I'm just tryin to help y'all! Why all of you gotta be so damn evil?"
"We ain't just anyone darlin'." My eyes finally focus on the man as he removes his 'disguise'. Dutch vin der Linde. The leader of those men we was talkin about earlier. I'm always so caught up in my head I never listen.
"D-Dutch, this isn't what you want!" I try to protect myself, but he ain't fallen for anything. Our men stole from him and killed three of his own men. "I wasn't helpin' them! I wasn't even with them at the time! Wasn't my fault they did this to ya!"
"Don't matter! Your people killed my people, I want revenge." I shook my head and switch my view to the women in the tent.
"Please... It-It... I don't know what to say sir. I'm beggin' for my life! I've heard of y'all! You folks don't kill for no reason, I don't deserve this! All I wanted from joining their group was a chance to live. I've been on the run for most of my life, I ain't waiting no longer for a utopia."
"Pack 'er up!" Dutch called before I got smacked in the back of my neck with the butt of a gun.
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"Well this is great." Feeling the rope around my hands and waist made me severely upset and uncomfortable. This wasn't where I was expecting to be today. Being tied up against a tree ain't the exact thing I was expecting.
My group'll find me. I'm sure. Won't take them long to get suspicious about the loud, obnoxious, girl that ain't runnin' around their camp. Or perhaps they'll be gleeful that she ain't there any longer.
"Dutch, your women's awake." A loud scruffy voice called out for Dutch as my hands struggled to get out of the rope. "Hurry, she seems feisty." The man chuckled as Dutch kneels down beside me.
"Why the ropes? Could've found somethin' a little more comfortable." My face curls in discomfort as I feel the harsh wind blow against my bear skin. "And it's quite cold as well."
"Stop your whining girl. I've got questions, and by the looks of ya I know they ain't gonna come out easily." Dutch mumbled the last part and stands to his feet. "What's the name of that group you was with?"
"Níl meall ar bith orm..."(I ain't no snitch) Dutch chuckled as he looked over to the man behind him.
"Go get Sean, that Irish feller 'otta know what she's on about," he instruct the man and turns back to me. "Now we ain't one to pick on women, but we knew we needed information somehow. Pick your head up lady, we aren't planning on killen you."
"What ya want know you old-" I stare into the soft eyes of a man I use to call friend. "Well slap my ass and call me Rickey! Never thought I'd see ya again lass!" We both exchange a smile and look to the sour son of a bitch named Dutch.
"Great, both y'all know each other." Sarcasm escaped Dutch's sour mouth as he spoke.
"Hell ya we does! Larraine here has been beside me for most of ma' life! She be quite the smarty pants all the while too." Sean continued, smiling while he spoke. "I don't see a reason to why she ain't untied, she's trustworthy. I say that from years of expedience."
