Hey here is another new story I really hope you like it. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue. As with my other stories this is not beta'd but I will put up the beta'd version as soon as I get it! Please r&r!
Prologue:
June 8, 1870.
Blood was everywhere, though not one drop was mine. My mother lay in my arms, dead.
I had been out riding when I should have been home with her learning how to be a proper wife.
I heard gunshots and had come home to find our house a mess and to see two men leaving. I recognized one as an outlaw I had seen on old sheriff Hans' wall last week.
When I walked through my door I saw the most gruesome sight, my mother riddled with holes. I ran to her and held her in my arms as she tried to speak before leaving me.
"I love you Rosemarie, never forget that. Your fa fath father is..." with that she died in my arms.
I wasn't one for crying, I never cried I got even, and from this day on no outlaw would waste good air breathing if I had anything to do with it.
