Querencia
(n.) a place from which ones strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you feel your most authentic self.
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Then suddenly, she had realized why she felt so different and why her thoughts became so misma...
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"Alright men, were moving out! Follow me!" Dutch shouts as they ride their horses down the thawing mountain.
"Not without me, you aren't!" Abby hollers behind, finally catching up with all the men. Immediately the men turn at the sound of her voice.
"Abby, glad you could make it." Dutch says, nodding his head toward the girl.
"What in the hell are you doing here?!" Arthur practically shouts, not liking the idea of his sister joining them. "Isn't it obvious?" She asks, the same amount of attitude.
Abby grew up with criminals, they were who taught her how to survive. So it boiled her blood when they treated her less than; as if she weren't capable.
"This is a dangerous job, Ms. Morgan. Maybe you should head back. Wouldn't want your pretty face to get ruined." Micah sarcastically comments.
"Maybe you should shut that trap and mind your own damn business." She snaps back, which makes some of the other men chuckle in amusement, including Javier. Micah immediately begins to send daggers at the girl, which Dutch took immediate notice of.
"Okay, okay, settle down. All of you. Listen up! According to the information so kindly provided to us by the O'Driscoll's. The train will be coming North, from the big valley. We're gonna pick it off after it crosses the border into Grizzlies. There's a raised spot that will give us a good advantage." Dutch announces, while leading the group further down the mountain.
"Charles, you keep lookout for any outsiders. How's that hand, by the way?" Dutch suddenly asks.
"I'll be fine." Charles informs him confidently.
"Good. I'll take the driver and the engineer, then run point." Dutch informs everyone, before continuing his speech. "... Lenny and Javier, you take the front cars. Deal with any guards. Arthur, Abby, and Micah you head straight for the back. That's what we're after... Mr. Cornwells private car." Abby couldn't help but to roll her eyes. It was if Dutch wanted her to kill Micah with her own bare hands.
"Looks like I have both of the Morgan siblings." Micah practically sings with a devious smirk.
"Great." The two siblings both sarcastically grumble in sync, causing the blonde man to snap his head towards the two.
"You both got a problem with that?" Micah bravely asks.
"Not if you keep your head down for once." Arthur quickly responds.
"And keep your mouth shut." She adds.
"How about you two worry about yourselves, huh?" Micah snaps back, clearly taking offense to their comments.
"Enough! After Bill blows the tracks, we're gonna have to work fast. Is everyone clear on what they're doing?" Dutch loudly shouts, breaking up the argument and quickly changing the subject.
