Dear Readers, I will be in Georgia for the week, so I probably won’t be able to post. (Just a reminder that in Chapter One, a bandit rushed up to Daisy and Timmy’s wagon. Let’s see what happens next…)
He wore a face mask, only showing his beady eyes. “Put yer hands up,” the bandit commanded. I dropped my basket, letting it clatter to the rocky road. Without even realizing it, my hands shot up into the air.
“You too,” he growled, motioning towards Timmy.
Timmy slowly raised one arm, while digging into his pocket. A shiny rifle was quickly produced as Timmy pulled the trigger back. A bang rang loud and clear, as a tiny bullet flew into the bandit’s heart. He roared in pain, falling back onto the road. Then there was silence.
Timmy put his gun down, and hopped off the wagon. “Sorry ’bout that,” he mumbled, dragging the dead body to the side of the road. I shrugged, and carefully retrieved my basket. After all, I would probably have to get used to death.
The next morning, we set off on our journey. The blazing sun scorched my skin, as we traveled further and further. I think Timmy could sense I was wondering about the ranch, so he said,
“Daisy? You thinkin’ ’bout something?” Slightly embarrassed, I nodded.
“It’s just-well, you never really told me what the ranch was. No one did. Was I supposed to get what it was?” I stopped suddenly, hoping Timmy didn’t think that was rude. And he didn’t.
He simply smiled, and said, “The ranch is a place for orphaned girls like you. A nice, well-respected young woman named Katherine runs the cabins- never had kids- feeds the girls, clothes them, everything.” He slapped the reigns, and then added, “You’ll like it there, I promise.” I nodded, wondering if he was right.
Then, after a moment of silence, Timmy asked, “You okay?”
“Are you sure?”
Timmy sighed. “Daisy, I know something’s up. What’s going on?”
I glanced down at the floor before I answered, “It’s just, well- leaving my home is hard, and starting over is even harder. It’s not as easy as it seems, too- just turning the page and beginning all over again!” Hot tears burned in my eyes, as I spluttered, “I-I just don’t know what to do!”
I glanced at Timmy through blurry eyes, tired and angry. “Sweet Daisy,” he began, grabbing my hand. “That’s exactly what Jesus is for.”
To be continued..