Sarah was tired. Her walk home was taking longer than usual now that she didn't have anyone to talk to, and it felt lonely in her thoughts. She bid Jack goodbye not but 15 minutes ago yet it felt as if he's been gone a long time. She smiled thinking about his name. Recalling the day they met in Blackwater at the tailor shop. She picking up material that her maid could have easily done, but Sarah wanted to get out of the house that day, of all days she decided she didn't want to be home. He was sitting on a bench outside of the blacksmiths shop reading a book. Which was surprising to her, a boy who looked nothing more than an uneducated troublemaker reading a book. She loved that.
"Hello there" Jack said to Sarah, looking up from his favorite book.
"Why Hello" She answered shyly, and admittedly a little taken back.
Jack half smirked, she was even prettier than when he had seen her from afar. Look much younger than he though as well, but that didn't matter.
"I'm Jack Marston, Miss and I was very stunned by your beauty" He flirted intentionally to flatter her. He removed his hat and took her by the hand, he leaned over and kissed her cream skin, her eyes widened and felt a flutter go through her body.
"Why hell Mr. Marston, quite charmer you are. You can call me Sarah..." Sarah tried to finish but was surprised by a loud bang coming from one of the stores. She quickly turned towards to see what the commotion was and realized the tailor shop was being robbed. Mr. Kretzschmar came running to Jack
"HELP! Marston some bastard came in and robbed me help!" he yelled with desperation.
Jack took off, whistling for his horse and jumping on. He grabbed he lasso swung it swiftly towards to robber roping him quickly, he hopped of his horse still holding on to the robe and walk slowly towards the man. He hogtied and threw him over his shoulder. Walking quickly towards to shop owner, he dropped the man in front of him and tipped his hat.
"Oh thank you Marston!" Mr. Kretzschmar exclaimed, as he kick the robber in the head, "Thank you so much."
" No problem sir, just doing my job" Jack said, turning towards Sarah before he could finish the sentence.
"Let me walk you home Miss Sarah, there seems to be allot of creeps lurking about." Jack said.
"Mr. Marston, you're manners are a very surprising trait" Sarah giggled. She couldn't help but look at him in a very alluring way; he was a very handsome boy. Sarah examined her new courter, taking in every piece of him and falling for him quicker than ever.
"So Mr. Marston..."Sarah started.
"Jack, call me Jack" He interrupted.
"I'm sorry, Jack" She giggled, "What is it the you do for a living?"
"Small jobs, here and there, but I didn't say hello to such a beautiful girl just for small talk," Jack answered, with a little impatience in his voice. He gave a small smirk towards her and she blushed.
"I do apologize then, I was only being polite" Sarah said, through a smile wide as a river.
She was instantly attracted to him. He was a little rough on the edges and she liked that. Aside from all the other boys who had attempted to grab her attention she was relieved to have such a rugged boy throwing smiles her way.
Sarah could feel her feet throbbing as she drew closer to her Manor, she was able to walk on the first step just before the sun disappeared which was a relief to her and her father. He was looking out the window waiting for her to come home, but she could tell he wasn't alone.
"Sarah, sweetheart, come inside I have wonderful news!" Her father belted.
He was a lean man about the age of 45 with four daughters. The oldest was 23. He prized his family, his wealth, and his social status in the city Blackwater. He had retired from his job a few weeks after his second daughter got married to a Ross, a very high honor to him. His marriage was as successful as his Job; (unfortunately he was the only to think that in a two-person partnership. A young beautiful girl 6 years his senior "accidently" put rocks in her dress pockets and slipped on a dock in the ocean.)
"Daddy, can it wait till tomorrow, I'm very tired and quite famished." she whined. She wasn't in the mood for one of his "Your life is set" talk he tends to have to convince her to marry Wilson Kingsly. Only this time, he didn't need to convince her to do anything.
"No it can't, its happening now, and you're gonna sit like a lady and listen to what I have to say, because it involves you" He snapped back, he was getting tired of his youngest daughter acting like a child.
"I have spoke to Mr. Kingsly and his son as well, the were gracious enough to come over here and have tea with me, Young Wilson as asked me permission for your hand in marriage and I welcome it with open arms." He blurted out with excitement.
Sarah was shocked. Her jaw fell open and her eyes widen and tears streamed out. She didn't know what to say, she can't argue with her father but she doesn't want to marry Wilson Kingsly her heart is set on Jack from now until death. She looked at her fathers excited fast and felt a tear drip down her cheek. There was nothing can she can do to stop this. Her heart felt broken and her stomach felt empty. Her plans had been ruined and her father had no idea how much he just ore her apart.
Jack focused on the rhythm of his horse's hooves on the ground, He looked at the sky and noticed the clouds coming in viciously, predicting a storm. He decided it was best to stop for the night and camp out while the storm passes. It wasn't long before the usually anxiety crept up on him. His mind wondered off to a stormy night in his home. His mother sewing a rip in his jeans he got from trying to climb the fence, one of his favorite books in his hand, and his pa running to the door after a trip from Armadillo. He thought of his pa. He knew his father had done allot for his family, and he got angry thinking of what that son of a bitch had done to him. But soon that debt will be over, and that bastard will get what his coming to him. He made himself that promise along time ago. He thought of Sarah, the green in her eyes shining with such beauty. He smiled to himself when he imagined her voice call his name.
"My intentions have changed and for I am grateful" he muttered under his breath, as he dozed off listening to the slight beating of rain drops on his tent and a very familiar smell that reminded him of his mothers warm smile.
