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OOC: Heather Whiterspoon, 29 years old, blonde blue eyed, 5'5", well built and pretty.
It had been a long hard winter, as the first buds of spring showed themselves, Heather came out of the farmhouse. Still not use to being alone she turned to look for Brett when it struck her he was gone, dead. She continued to the barn to saddle the horse. She had to ride out to the fields to see how much work there was to do.
Twenty minutes later she sat on the horse looking at the barren land. She would have to hire some field hands if she wanted to keep the farm. As she gazed at the land she remembered a night some three months back when Brett came home from town with a raging fever. Whoever would have guessed that Brett would succumb to what they both thought was a heavy cold.
Heather turned and rode back to the farmhouse. She knew now for sure she was in big trouble unless she got some help. She took the horse to the barn, unsaddled him and gave him some oats in his stall. She returned to the farmhouse, tired and depressed at the thought of maybe having to sell her home.
It had been a long hard winter, as the first buds of spring showed themselves, Heather came out of the farmhouse. Still not use to being alone she turned to look for Brett when it struck her he was gone, dead. She continued to the barn to saddle the horse. She had to ride out to the fields to see how much work there was to do.
Twenty minutes later she sat on the horse looking at the barren land. She would have to hire some field hands if she wanted to keep the farm. As she gazed at the land she remembered a night some three months back when Brett came home from town with a raging fever. Whoever would have guessed that Brett would succumb to what they both thought was a heavy cold.
Heather turned and rode back to the farmhouse. She knew now for sure she was in big trouble unless she got some help. She took the horse to the barn, unsaddled him and gave him some oats in his stall. She returned to the farmhouse, tired and depressed at the thought of maybe having to sell her home.