Hi! This is my first story here and I'm just trying to learn things, hopefully I've done everything right… If you are reading this story, and it seems familiar, you might have read it at a Johnny Depp board, I have had it there some time ago.

Should I have a disclaimer? Oh well… This work is purely fictional and created for my own amusement and hopefully to others too. I'm not making a red cent with this.


CHAPTER 1

Lina Evans stepped out of the empty store and locked the door behind her. It felt kind of pointless though, there really was nothing left there worth stealing. All the goods had been sold or given out. But the new owner of the place wouldn't like having any unwanted visitors there. Like kids vandalizing places or homeless people looking for a place to crash the night in.

'Well, this is the last time', Lina thought and took one final look at the shop. It had been her fathers for several years, and now selling it had been hard because it wasn't the only thing she had to give up. The store represented so much more, it was a part of her childhood.

She felt a lump rise in her throat but quickly swallowed it down and turned to leave. She walked along the narrow sidewalk. The sun was setting on the little Mexican town. People were hurrying home to their families, to have dinner and do their usual routines. Lina knew most of the people and greeted them. They greeted back and smiled, but she could see the empathetic looks in their eyes. She ignored them and hurried off, she didn't want to think about sad things right now.

The house wasn't very far from the store. And how could it, the town was really small. It was a fact that sometimes felt nice. People were friendly and knew each other well. One could always count on being helped if in trouble. On the other hand, it could cause anxiety since everybody also knew everybodys business. In fact, that was one of the reasons she never stayed there long on her visits. She liked to keep private things private, not share them with neighbors.

She turned on the street her house was on. Although it wouldn't be hers much longer. The same person taking over the shop had also bought the house. A nice American couple wanting to settle down in a house of their own. Though why in this particular town, Lina didn't quite understand. She wouldn't have moved to live there permanently even if she was paid. Sure she would visit, but staying?

The house was now in her sight. It was a nice little house really, perfect for a couple starting their own family. It had enough space but still it wasn't too big. She had spent a lot of time in that house. It held inside it a sea of memories; both good and bad. And now she was leaving it, taking her memories with her and giving room for someone else to make new memories. Happy ones, she found herself hoping.

Lina noticed there was a strange car parked aside the other side of the street, a little off from their house. She usually didn't pay attention to something like that, but this car was an American car and they didn't see many of those in this town. There was someone sitting in the car. When she got to it, she saw it was a brown haired man in a cowboy hat. She couldn't really see his face because he was wearing dark sun glasses, which was a little strange since the light was getting dimmer and dimmer by the minute. Not wanting to stare, she passed by hurriedly, but noticed him giving her a quick glance. Then he turned his attention back to wherever it was before.

She reached the house and didn't give another thought to him anymore. She was going to have a busy night with all the packing she had ahead of her.