Reader is amab and decently tall (6'3), not to shabby hehe {~~~~~~~} Rain pelted onto the carts canopy, you're father urged the horse forward. You were currently nursing your wounded leg that would surely give a scar. Suddenly, all hell broke loose. Your father fell back into the cart, blood gushing from a bullet wound on his forehead. He died immediately. You screamed, it was horrific and the worst thing was, his head landed in your lap. It was all over quickly.