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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We successfully robbed the train last night. Sure, we went through hell in order to get it, but we managed. I on the other hand, haven't recovered from the incident. Only Lenny had witnessed it. And to my surprise, he decided to keep it to himself. Which was good, because all I need is Arthur thinking Im not capable.
I also forgot to mention that after the mission, Javier called me Hermosa. Although, I still don't know what it meant. He managed to win the race back home. But it's only because the bastard took a shortcut.
OH! —Dutch finally decided it was time to get off this damn mountain.Which everyone was excited about, especially Jack.
Today we rose up from bed earlyand packed up for the journey ahead. Since it didn't take long, we managed a head start. Supposedly we were already half way there, according to Hosea.
Suddenly the wagon aggressively tilts left, hitting the ground after crossing the stream. Gasping out in reaction, her wrist halts. Resulting in her pen flicking upwards, creating a squiggly line. Before she could mutter a curse, her big brother beats her to it.
"AH, SHIT!" Arthur loudly hollers out in irritation.
"Okay... let's take a look." Hosea says calmly, before jumping off the wagon.
The girl closes her journal, peering over to take a look at the side of the crooked wagon. "You alright back there?" Charles voice was heard from the wagon a head.
"Does it look like everything is alright?" Arthur yells out irritatedly, causing Charles to make his way over.
"Well, what's going on?"
"I broke the goddamn wheel!" Arthur shouts, clearly infuriated, as the men inspect the problem.
"Calm down! Let's get it fixed." Hosea tells him fatherly-like, before nearing the wagon. Abby quickly jumps off, allowing the men to inspect the problem.
"You need help?" Javier asks from afar.
"I reckon we can handle it..." Hosea informs, allowing the wagon ahead to slowly begin to make its way further down the road, leaving them behind.
"Alright, Charles you help me hold it up, while Arthur tries to put back the wheel on." Hosea instructs the two men, all while Abby stands behind.
"You sure you don't want me to change places with you Hosea?" Abby asks, not wanting the old man to go and hurt himself.
"No, I'm quite alright dear." Hosea answers, grabbing ahold of the backside of the wagon, lifting it alongside Charles.
"You still old enough to hold up a wagon?" Arthur jokes while grabbing the fallen wheel. "Shut up and put the damn wheel on." Hosea musters up, clearly struggling.
