To Avenge My Family
I stood across from the man in the middle of the dusty street. Women were hurriedly running in doors pulling children along with them. A small smile came to my face as I thought about how they would frown and scowl at me if they knew I was just a nineteen-year-old girl. They would never look at me the same; of course, I wouldn’t be there after I killed this man.
Revenge was all I wanted right now; to kill the men that killed my family; that was the only thing that I ever thought about these days. It was painful to think about the days when I could play and think like a normal girl. I could dream about wondering cowboys and handsome young drifters. Now, trusting a stranger was hard. It had been three strangers that had killed my family. The only thing that had kept me alive was my neighbor by getting lost on the way back to my house after a dance. The strangers were just leaving as we got to my families’ small farm.
I quickly put the thoughts of my family aside; I had to concentrate on the man in front of me. He was tough, that didn’t scare me. I would make it, I had to, or I would fail in what I had come to do.
“Your quiet a small man.” The man sneered, probably trying to distract me.
“Size does not matter, only speed.” I said in the deepest voice I could muster. My confidence must’ve unnerved him, his hands twitched, and then he went for his gun. My bullet hit him in the heart, a clean shot.
I walked back to my horse, mounted, and rode out of the town. I didn’t want to face any question or take the chance of being exposed. To be caught, a female gunfighter could cost me everything. I wouldn’t be able to walk into a town without being known. I am Andy Monroe; at least that is what this disguise is called, what I say my name is.
I didn’t like to explain anything or talk anymore then I had too. All I wanted to do was avenge my family then ride where no one would recognize me. Then I’d settle down and hopefully start a family. I thought about everything as I raced across the dusty terrain. Last, I knew it was March 29, 1812; that had been about a month ago, but I had given up on keeping track.
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It was several hours after I had shot that man, maybe four hours before I saw a man crawling across the ground. He was in terrible shape and his clothes were torn and tattered. He was cut up, bruised, and looked like he was about to die. I pushed my horse into a gallop, and pulled to a sliding stop next to him. My big sombrero fell back on my neck reviling my long black hair as I jumped off my horse next to him and pulled the canteen off my saddle. He clutched my hand as I tried to lift his head.
“Help me, please help.” He barely managed through blistered lips.
“Shhh, stay quiet, I’ll help you don’t you worry bout that.” I said resting his head on my lap. I carefully placed the canteen and let just a few drops fall on his lips. He immediately tried to get more, but I couldn’t let him drink to fast or it could make him sick. I thought about the small pond I had ridden past a few minutes before, he needed the water.
“Alright, mister, I’m gonna try to get you up on my horse. Don’t try to move around or there is no way I’ll get you up.” I said. I carefully lifted him up until he was standing. Most of his weight was on me and he was heavy. I somehow managed to get him up into the saddle and leaning forward so that he wouldn’t fall. My horse was nervous under the unfamiliar rider, but he quieted down when I started leading him.
The pond wasn’t too far, and this man needed water worse than anyone I had ever met. He kept mumbling something about a ranch, but I couldn’t make it out so I just kept going. When I made it to the pond, I helped the man down. My horse sniffed the water and moved away, I was surprised; my horse had never turned water down. I looked down in the water and saw it was somewhat clear. There were several dead animals lying around it though. I couldn’t trust the water, so I helped the man back on my horse. I would have to make it to the next town by walking. The sun seemed hotter than it had a few minutes before; it was going to be a long walk, and it was still getting hotter. I pulled my sombrero over my eyes; I had to keep the sun off my face if I wanted to be able to keep going.
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