The Outlaw

PNS_Charming

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(Looking for 1 female to join me in this. PM me with your interrest and i will tell you my idea.)

New Mexico 1879

Chance arrived at the campfire late at night with a young man in his company. The two men sitting beside the fire looked at the newcomer with suspicion. They had only expected Chance back and not so late. It only took one look at Chance for them to hold in any questions they might have. Dave Fallon was more than a little curious. The young man had the stance of a gun fighter and his eyes was seemingly older than he otherwise looked. He seemed to always know where his gun hand where and kept it free and close to his gun belt. A born killer Dave thought to himself, and not older than eighteen. Why the hell did Chance bring a killer in their midst?

Luke Morris just took a look first at the kid and then to Chance and simply accepted it. He was the oldest of the outlaws and trusted Chance with his life. If he thought it safe to bring the kid in it was good enough for Luke.

Soon the kid went away to sleep alone, away from the camp. Dave Fallon look long at Chance before he open his mouth.

"Why did you bring him here? We are wanted men and i don't trust him."

"He saved my life Dave, i owed him." Chance simply responded.

"Saved your life? How old are he? Eighteen?" Dave was stunned. Chance was good with the six shooter and had a good head on his shoulders. He rarely got himself into trouble. At least not when he wasn't backed up by Dave and Luke.

"Yes, he are eighteen and yes he saved my life. If you will be quiet i will tell you how." Chance smile toward his friends.

"I was in the middle of a poker game, and i was winning. Winning honestly." He said with a grin.

"One of the fellows i played with suddenly got it in his head that i was cheating and got to his feet. If it had been only him that was upset i hadn't worried but his two friends made it an uneven match. It seemed more than likely that they would draw but then i heard the kid say, You are three against one. I will side with you mister to make it more even." Chance nodded and continued his story.

"He must have a sort of reputation as the three men did not seem to eager to continue their squabble and left in a hurry. I went over to the kid with my thanks and he said his name was Ty Donaldson. I offered him to ride with us and he accepted. He may be young but don't underestimate him."

Dave nodded slowly and glanced over at the lonely figure a bit from the camp. Somehow he felt that the kid was missplaced among them.
 
1882 - Quito, Arizona.

Sarah Grant

Sarah walked slowly down the mainstreet of Quito. It was one of the few times of late that she had come into town purely for her own pleasure. Of course she hadn’t been totally unescorted. One of her father’s men had driven her in and was doubtless kicking his heels in the local saloon whilst she took the opportunity to make a few feminine purchases. Not that he would dare become inebriated whilst responsible for the welfare of her father’s only daughter.

No one crossed William Grant if they knew what was good for them.
In business he was ruthless, as an employer he was demanding, but as a father …

Sarah smiled fondly as she entered what was grandly termed the “emporium” of the town. With a greeting and an assurance that she was in no hurry Sarah left Mrs Hudson to serve the middle aged lady Sarah knew as Elizabeth Blake, an all-seeing gossip. If only Ms Blake knew how Sarah’s father spoke of her, she might be less likely to pass comment upon their family business.

Yet for all his bluster, Sarah had rarely seen her father lose control. Even when in a temper he seemed to keep himself in check and retain control of both his words and actions. What Sarah did not appreciate of course, was that this sang-froid also made her father coldly calculating and potentially a dangerous adversary.

Yet to the daughter who had always been the apple of her daddy’s eye, especially after her mother’s death when she was just 8 years old William Grant was a doting and loving parent who not only loved, but protected her, all be it now she had reached the age of 19, she was just beginning to find her limited world within the ranch somewhat … limited …

”Lace is it …?”

Sarah looked up as Margaret Hudson approached aware of the former customer taking an unnecessarily long time to adjust her purchases before exiting.

”Lace … yes … could I see these … “

Sarah pointed out her selections and moved closer to inspect the lengths with little comment before the door opened and closed and the room was empty once more. The two women shared a laugh as the whole tone of the conversation changed …

”Actually … there were a few things I wanted you to help me with … and after that … well … it’s daddy’s birthday in just under two weeks … and … “

For the next 20 minutes the two conferred and plotted.
For Sarah who lacked any kind of female influence, Margaret was the closest to any maternal figure she had in her life.
Perhaps that was one reason why Sarah had begun of late to come into town more and more often.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy running the home, or even riding over the property in an attempt to keep involved in what was happening on the ranch. Sarah had always been used to the male dominated environment and had always found the men sociable:
But … there had been a subtle change of late and what had been easy camaraderie when she was a child now seemed …. difficult somehow …

The dynamics of her home life weren’t something Sarah had consciously thought about. If she had, she might have realised that her father was the reason that every man on the ranch now watched himself and was careful not to cross the line with the boss’s daughter.
If asked Sarah would describe herself as happy and content with life, but even though she had turned into a young woman, there was still a sweet naivety about her.

By the time purchases had been wrapped and stowed safely in her basket and after the obligatory exchange of news over 40 minutes had passed. With a reluctant farewell, Sarah carried the now heavily laden basket and stepped out into the street, her mind full of projects to occupy her on her return home …


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Anyone seen PNS_Charming around ??

I'm assuming he's left Lit as the previous post here was his last?

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Anyone interested in using my character of Sarah in another story?

PM any ideas ...?

DM :rose:
 
I could get in on this thread if it's going belly up. A do love a good Western.
 
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