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"What do you say, Amara?"
Amara thought for a second, staring down at the ground to avoid her sisters pleading look.
"Fine, but I don't want everyone coming, 3 to 7 people. That's it." Amara demanded, looking up at Maisie with a stern look. "This is a stretch, Maisie. If mother and father come home early and-"
"It'll be fine, Amara! Don't overthink it and just have fun!" Maisie smiled, shooting up from the chair to hug Amara. "Thank you." Amara smiled back at her and watched her leave the room.
She let out a sigh, standing up from the chair and walking to the kitchen. "Chef!"
Chef Guiero ran out the door, his face slightly covered with flour. "Yes, Miss Findlay?"
"I want you to make plenty of snacks and than go home for the night, all of you!" Amara yelled so the whole house could hear. They all nodded and Chef Guiero stumbled back into the kitchen, yelling Amaras orders to everyone that didn't hear.
"I'm leaving!" Amara yelled as she grabbed her gun from a table im the front room and walked out the door.
She hid the gun behind her back until she got to her horse. She slipped the gun into the satchel and mounted up, riding to Horseshoe Overlook.
❏ °☾ 𝘏𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 ☽° ❏
"Get me a drink, will ya woman!" A blonde haired man yelled to Miss Grimshaw as he lazily sat against a tree.
"Get your own damn drink, Micah!" She spat, glaring at him.
"Why don't we save that energy for later, sweetheart?" Micah laughed, obnoxiously. Susan rolled her eyes and walked away from the man.
"Why don't you try to behave, Micah?" John walked up to him, placing his hands on his belt.
"Shut it, scarface." Micah groaned, tipping his hat over his eyes.
John rolled his eyes, making his way back to his tent. Right when he was about to walk in he saw a figure making its way to camp on horseback. He unholstered his revolver and aimed it towards the figure. She held her hands up in surrender as she saw the gun aimed towards her. John immediately recognized her and holstered his gun.
"Am I not welcome here?" Amara asked, stopping her horse in its tracks.
"No- No, just thought you was someone else." John cleared up the situation, rubbing the back of his neck.
