(Chapter 2)(the throat ripper )

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(Chapter 2)(the throat ripper )

(Juilianna's p.o.v)

I sat out in the field I was having a picnic with my cousin from many towns away.
"So you said that outlaw kinda gave you the eye, and kinda touched your neck a little". She says. "Yeah, he was nice enough not to kill me." I say.
"But juilianna he said you were pretty in that thick southern voice, it's adorable but very bad all the same , I'd be scared if I were you". She says.
"I know I should be scared but Marie his eyes were so beautiful, like the green of this very meadow .""and his face is just so different and his arms were so strong". I breathed.
"Your having those feelings". She says. "No way, I've never even thought like that". I say.

(Brants p.o.v)

We were riding through the desert. The guys were talking about women they were gonna lay when we got to the whore house . Then one said he wanted to lay the blue eyed woman that we had seen in town.
"Damn that cross on her neck, them blue eyes". One says.
"And that ass on her". The other said. I rolled my eyes.
"Damn I shoulda stole her made her my little slave , perfect little sex slave, damn and when she don't listen , horse whip". "She'd be begging me to put her to bed". One said. I stopped my horse and turned him around sharply. "Bastard!!" I yell.
Without warning I grabbed his throat, I tightened my grip and my nails dug in . Everyone knew what would soon happen. I held him in a head lock and jerked his throat out.
He fell to the unforgiving desert sand. "Now would anyone else like to go against me!" I growl. They all kept quiet. "That's what I thought." I say. We rode fast through a valley.
Then were surrounded by some Indians . Shit we were fucked.
They spoke their native tongue, we had gotten into their territory they had a right to kill us. The started shooting I made my horse run. I got outta there as fast as I could then I felt sharp pain in my thigh way to close to my manhood. I looked down and there was an arrow in my leg.

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