This is my own personal journal that I acquired a few months back before I departed East from Tall Trees and West Elizabeth.
I've recorded most of my thoughts and feelings in this book yet I sometimes don't see no point in it.
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My name is Harley Richards. I'm a woman of 24 but you could say I act more 54. My daddy was a doctor, he liked to travel round helpin' folks and normally took me along for the ride. He taught me how to take care of my self with illness or injuries and the friends we made along the way also taught me how to hunt, ride and sometimes regrettably, fight.
I don't know my momma as she died after I was born, but my dad says I look just like her with my dark eyes and hair, always tied into a low pony tail. Like both my parents I have a temper on me too... sadly it don't take much to get me riled up and that's landed me in a fair few scuffles in some towns we've stayed in while in my teens. I've landed myself in a lot of trouble for what it's worth, not that I went around robbin' folks blind or nothing. I weren't an outlaw, just the daughter of a doctor.
That didn't last long though; I pushed the boat out too far it seemed at one point with the law and poof, first bounty. Me and my father stopped talking after that, I knew he was ashamed of what I did but I was only defendin' myself what else was I supposed to do? But hey that was years ago. We talk now and then but only by letter and it won't be for months at a time mostly as he's always busy helping folk and I wanderin'; searching for my purpose. I've recently been tailing the Van Der Linde Gang lead by a fellow called Dutch, they recently took on Blackwater that ended in a massacre and then fleeing north. Where I don't know but I know they'll come out of hiding soon, they seem like a stable, close knit family and I guess that's what I want. Here's to thinking I'd wind up with them. None of their women fight.
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For now until I find my place it's just myself, my guns and my dearest horse Cashmere. He's the only friend I've got now out here in the wilderness. His character reminds me so much of my old horse Stretch, except he isn't as patient when it comes to waiting around when it's time to leave. Considering most of my few outfits consist of red and black I like to make sure it's all packed neatly so I don't always look like a disaster.
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I'm currently staying outside of a town called Strawberry, getting some work here and there and swiping off a few passers by on the side also; you know just for a little extra.
