omething much more beautiful. A beacon of hope. A savior of sorts. In and out her needle travelled as she examined the beautiful scenery. It wasn't a dusty, crowded town any longer. No, it was somet

r but she new it was there. She could here the waters as they

It flowed into her until she seemed to shrug aside her troubles, her worries. Everything that preyed upon her mind late at night while she tried to sleep was pushed aside. It didn

to talk

o see a man, a man dressed in dusty c

t talk." He st

t. He was just an unknown approaching her. She tried to feel fear, the kind of fear she usually felt when men- any men came up to her. But it was not there. River remained motionless as she fought with the fear that wo

even think such a thought? This man couldn't be trusted. And why was he in her daydream anyway? Thi

You aren

her? Slowly she lifted her face and her eyes met his. She gasped and felt her world st

ne

her cheek. "My father is comin

gical reason why she should feel the desire to lean into his touch.

with her mind. He must wear it to deceive th

ress. Much like his hand against her cheek. "River." He murmured against her lips. "I've got pla

ght? You seem out of it tod

I'm sorry." She whispered as she shook her head in an attempt to clear it o

You've been working too hard." She scolded as she set the shit aside and turned b

r shoulder. She didn't want to go outside wher

obvious rejection. This was a

ore black and cream thread." Mrs. Kate said as she

e retrieved the shirt and returned to her task. Repairing miner's s

l before her. Though she was fully grown in body and mind, River had never seemed to let go of the past. She was so young when her parents died so tragi

dn't seem to quench her fear of men. As often as she could, River preferred to stay in

elief. "I need to black to finis

dered why Zane had been in here meadow. She hadn't thought of him in a long while. Usually, when she did think of Zane it was accompanied by horrifying memories. Today had been different though. Very different. River couldn't

led as she walked thought the mercantile's doors. "Hello, Mr. Weber. I came for th

into each other. The only people

o, Ri

tongue felt like chalk as she force

l steps forward. "I've spent

to the metal star pinned on

and gently brushed against her cheek, as if testing to as

m for three short seconds before her eyes rolled

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