05-31-2013, 04:45 AM
Dried grass could be seen in almost every direction except for west. The land appeared as if it was flat, but the female sitting in the covered wagon knew better. She knew that the ground was uneven, that hills barely hide the small town that she grew up in. Even though the sun was shinning down, a few clouds scattered the light blue sky as the paints pulled the wagon towards the hint of green that peeked over the hills that hide them.
Even though it was a bright and sunny day, it just made it seem all that much darker as the abandon drew even closer to Little Well. She tugged on the reins to make the wagon stop so that she could look over the town for the first time in a long time. She gave a heavy sigh, as she tugged the Stetson low over her face, keeping her pale skin safe from the sun that was shining down upon her as she let her blue eyes rake over Little Well.
It didn't take her long to spot the shell of her burned down home, sure there was a horrible memory at the place that she blocked from her mind, and knew there would be seven crosses on the hill that over looked the home. She just hoped the land was still hers by right and had not been sold off to others because they thought her cold as a wagon wheel. Though she had only been on the dodge, sort of, well only after she had personally lost it and killed ever yeller belly that had ruined her life when she was naught but 16. That was before she found a place to work and live at as a lady of the night, she never really slept with any man she just made it seem that way.
After she took a moment to ponder over her foreboding feeling that she had in the pit of her stomach. Clicking her tongue, snapping the reins to prod the paints into action once more. As she got closer to the town, the dead dried grass soon gave away to green grass, even fresh and lively trees which soon turned into buildings and people. Spotting some towns folk standing around barrels, she noted that one of them was an Indian. Being the type of person she had to become because of her line of business, she couldn't just pass up the only people that were not giving her a look like a cat had in a room full of rockers.
"Howdy y'all!" she called to them in greeting, her painted lips pulled up into a smiled as she stopped her wagon. Climbing down it to reveal that she was wearing pants like a man would. Which was frowned upon, completely unladylike and most of all unmoral for a female to wear pants and not a skirt or a dress. "Where do y'all reckon i can find some help around hur?" she asked them, her voice sound as smooth as velvet, though you could tell that she came from the city even if her language placed her in the country.
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