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A/N: oh my 2 follows and faves in one day I'm touched! So I know I'm doing well! Any who on with the story.

Chapter 1: Into the Frontier

17 July 1773

It has been some days now since I left Hartford and made it to the Massachusetts Colony, though it wasn't an easy one I had to do a lot of convincing of the caravan driver who wasn't too keen on a female companion. Though once I told him my situation minus some details he relented now here I am plucked away in the back of carriage going to who knows where but if it's away from cities, then any place will do.

Setting her journal aside allowing the page to dry, Charity laid back with a heavy sigh slightly pulling back the carriage's curtain to catch glimpse of the afternoon sky, she squinted a bit as the sun touched her face but also in thought because she could not recall the last time she was able to relax and be at ease.

My…it's been awhile since I was able to just rest without having hands and swears hurtled at me, it feels nice, and I wonder how the witch is taking my departure? I'm sure she got a kick out of my piss off note! Charity chuckled lightly to herself, curious at how long they have been on the rode she climbed her way to the driver to find out but also to poke fun at him to.

"Say, Mister Everett how long have we been on the road? And where exactly is it we are going? I hope you are not trying to lure me into a wicked trap." She said while poking him in the head.

Everett heaving a sigh turned answering, "We've been on the road fer about four hours' lass we're almost near the frontier got some stops ta make. Besides the only traps ye need ta watch fer is the ones set up by them Indians."

"Indians don't set traps for humans, unless some colonists were stupid enough to fall for them." Charity replied rolling her eyes.

"Regardless Indian country is no safe place for a little misses like ye self, not with them Iroquois eyes keeping watch."

"Maybe they are keeping watch because of constant colonial expansion; so of course they'd keep watch. This was their home first and we were the guests who overstayed our welcome."

At that response Everett halted the carriage facing Charity with hard yet concerned look, "If I were you madam I'd be careful to whom ye say that too, some may not take it kindly."

Meeting his stare with blank one herself, shrugged her shoulders while letting out a little scoff remarking, "As with other things."

Slipping back inside Charity settled herself down for a nap, while thinking about Everett's warning, 'not take it kindly?' I've already known unkindness and in the worst way so what difference does it make, I just spoke the truth whether he likes it or not.

With the rumble of the carriage, sleep overcame her at ease.

"…..ity"

"Miss…"

"Charity!"

"Little lass, wake up!" Everett quietly shouted as he shook her awake receiving a swift slap to his face, letting out a grunted yelp Charity's eyes shot opened in confusion as she registered what just happened.

"Mister Everett? Oh sir I am so sorry it's an instant reflex that comes when I'm woken up without warning. Speaking of which why EXACTLY did you wake me?" She asked with a scowl

Everett who was rubbing his reddened cheek motioned for her to the front of the carriage and with his other hand pointed up the road, at the end was a group of British troops inspecting other carriages and asking for papers.

"Don't know when they started this up, I 'ave traveled these fer the longest and never 'ave I seen a cart search before." He said with a shake of his head.

She too was surprised by the sudden need for inspections, especially out in the open road sure there were bandits but most drivers were able to handle them. Then she remembered the incident in Boston three years ago that saw three dead and others wounded, it caused quite unrest with some colonists that small rebel groups were forming. Perhaps this method was the crown's way of finding potential rebel suppliers.

"Don't worry Mister Everett; I'm sure this search won't after us since you are not staying long." She said reassuringly.

Everett eyeing the captain thought otherwise, "No I can't risk it, them seeing a young girl alone without a proper escort there'd be some questioning."

Veering from the trail he stopped the carriage with a heavy sigh he turned to Charity saying, "I'm sorry miss….but this is where I must let ye off."

Charity taken by surprised stared at the man in disbelief flaring up, "Let me off? Good god man you that afraid of what the captain may say, if that is the case tell I am your apprentice surely there's no harm in that?!"

"Girls do not take apprentice professions, saying you're my assistant will give grounds for more suspicion. I really am sorry miss but I have to let ye off here."

"And venture out into the woods by myself with who knows what prowling around, very chivalrous of you and a waste of 30 pounds too." She said with glare.

Giving sad but offended look Everett was staying true to his word even though the frontier was dangerous for girl, it was more perilous in keeping her with him and he has his own daughter to care for.

Rolling her eyes Charity knew it was pointless in trying to sway him, grabbing her bag she climbed out of the carriage feeling hard land for the first time in days. With graceful turn she gave Everett a mock curtsy meeting his gaze with and icy glare saying, "Thank you for your services Mister Everett, I hope you have a safe journey."

With curt nod Everett pushed his carriage off in haste back to the road forgetting about the young passenger he left at the roadside.

Huffing Charity settled her bag around her shoulder and decided to take the path around the checkpoint that lead deeper and further to the other side of the frontier. Wondering what could be waiting deep within.

I just don't believe this! He abandoned me an innocent girl on the side of the road because he was afraid of questions being raised. He could have told them I was his future bride to be and they wouldn't have pressed further, I mean it's not odd for an older man to have a young wife but beside the point he didn't have to leave me without telling me which way to go. Now here I am walking through this wild man's land tripping over rocks, running into wild animals, and getting scraps piled on top of the old ones. God's Blood I hate this!

Trudging up a hill in huff while internally swearing to herself, Charity tripped on a rock falling on her stomach getting up with a scoff that fall made her add more reasons on her list to get at Mister Everett if she ever saw him again. Finally making it to the top there was a new and clearer path she could take without hassle, making a run to the path she heaved in a smell of fresh air and was about to hike on until a deep grunted voice called out…..

"Well well well, what 'ave were here?"

Turning her head in the voice's direction she was met by three men who were coming down the path and the looks on their face didn't seem as though they wanted to talk.

Dear god….help me.

A/N: Oh boy…seems as though Cherry's got herself in a sticky situation wonder what will happen? You'll just have to find out in chapter 2! I've been working on this since Monday and I wasn't hoping to take that long but with a creative mind one cannot rush things, but I can most guarantee chapter 2 will be started this weekend I just have to work out plot lines and go from there. *I'm also keeping the fingers crossed my beloved laptop will be out of shop this weekend because once I have that back I can get the ball rolling!* And As always folks R&R