Hi, this is my first time in the Young Guns section of fanfic so I hope you like this. I wrote this for the school paper, so I'm sorry about each chapter being so short. Also, just so you're not confused, there is a character named Brushy Bill Roberts. This is not suppose to be Billy the Kid, it's just the name of the character.

Chapter 1

It was cold out. It was about to snow. The dead leaves crunched beneath our feet as we made our way through the woods. Emily was bound and determined to find that house. People believe Billy the Kid used to live there and most think he's still there. I was rather skeptical. "Emily, you're out of your mind. It's 1935. There's no way Billy the Kid could still be alive today. Besides, we'll freeze" I said. "Come on, Savannah. You always said you wanted to do something adventurous. Now's your chance" said Emily. That was all it took. Soon, I found myself wandering through the woods, searching for a house that didn't exist. "It's got to be around here somewhere" said Emily, looking around, "the old lady at the general store said it was near the lake." "Emily let's face it. It's just a story people made up a long time ago. There's no house" I said. "Oh, don't be so negative" said Emily as she continued walking. I had no choice but to follow her. These woods were dangerous and I didn't want her to get hurt or lost. "Catch up, slow poke!" yelled Emily, who was a long ways ahead of me. I ran to catch up. "Do you realize how much trouble we'll be in if our parents find out about this? My father will kill me" I said. "They don't have to know" said Emily. In that day and age, it wasn't common for children to keep things from their parents, but Emily was always ahead of her time.

"You're not afraid, are you?" asked Emily, her brown hair blowing in the wind.

"No" I said, lying.

"Good" said Emily, smiling. I had known Emily since we were 5. We lived next door to each other. Back then, it was common for neighbors to know each other. Emily was medium height with brown hair that went past her shoulders. She had green eyes that turned brown sometimes. I found it funny that Emily and I were friends. We were so different, it was crazy. She was outgoing and I was reserved. She loved going on adventures and I liked reading a good book on the front porch.

"Why did you ask me to come? Why didn't you get one of the boys from school?" I asked.

"Because boys aren't as much fun as you" said Emily, running ahead. I ran to catch up, nearly running into her. She just stared into the distance. "What?" I asked. "Do you believe me now?" asked Emily. There, just a few feet in front of us, was a rickety house right by the lake.