No one came, no one even would. The last name Prince was disgraced upon everywhere around. Everyone knew the young outlaw, notorious for his point-blank killings. But no one knew the older sister, Charlotte. She was almost forgotten.
The last shovel full of dirt fell on her mother's grave, yes; she had to bury her mother herself. Because she couldn't set a toe into town, she couldn't get medicine for her mother. The regular home grown herbs wouldn't have helped in her condition anyways. She died of a rattlesnake bite. It started in the foot, and worked its way up destroying her limbs. So the burial was light, it was almost all desecrated flesh.
"God rest your soul." Charlotte said, putting a yellow field flower on the dirt mound. She wiped the sweat from her brow and walked towards the leaning barn, towards her happier life.
It was here where it all began. Charlotte truly knew something wrong was destined for Charlie. So Charlotte thought of the long put away memory…She was 6 he was 9.
"Well, I think someone's comin'. You can keep that!" A distant voice said.
Charlotte opened the door to the barn, "Charlie? It's supper, who were ya' talking to?"
"Nobody." He said, shoving the gun he had farther down his pants pocket.
"What do you have?" She asked curiously.
"Nothing!" Charlie growled.
"Charlie…show me, I won't tell! Is it 'nother rattler?"
"No…it's The Hand of God!" He said, smiling toothlessly.
Charlotte laughed, "The what?"
Charlie smiled some more, back then Ben Wade wasn't so infamous. He was just starting out as a regular jailer. "The Hand of God" wasn't even a famous gun.
Charlotte's laughing smirk disappeared when she saw what Charlie pulled out of his pocket. A black hand-gun with a cross on the side, smoothly etched onto the handle. Her eyes went wide, "Charlie, get rid of that!"
He pulled it back, "No! Mr. Wade gave it to me as a present!"
"Who is Mr. Wade?" She would soon remember that name, the name that tore her family apart.
Charlie did the unthinkable, he shot the gun. He was at good aim with longer barreled guns, as were most farm kids, but this was his first time shooting a small hand held one. He missed Charlotte's neck by an inch.
Meanwhile a younger Ben Wade smiled through the cracks of the barn; he knew the young Charlie Prince was a start. The news would be buzzing about a nine year old. Ben could see it in Charlie's eyes when he first talked to him. He wasn't afraid of him, he wanted that gun, and he wanted to make a kill. Well, maybe not now at this age. Soon enough though. Wade was going to teach Charlie. He knew Charlie could do the rest by leaving his family and coming with him.
"Mamma!" Charlotte screamed running out of the barn.
Charlotte didn't know it but she was crying, crying like she did when she was 6 running for her mother. She leaned against the barn beams, her horse snorted, as it dipped its head over the fencing and tried to eat her hair.
"Stop it." She gently pushed the horses head over. An idea popped into her mind, "I bet you wanna go for a ride, don't you girl?"
The horse coincidentally whinnied.
"I bet you wanna' track down my long lost brother…and get him, don't you?" She said, bringing the horses head to hers. "You're faster than any horse out there." Her horse moved its head as if agreeing with Charlotte. Charlotte smiled, "Alright, alright, I'll go change, and we will go. But first, I need a light a few things afire."
Charlotte was changed and ready for the ride, a large smoke stack came from the burning barn. Don't worry, her horse and tackle was all prepared and next to her. "Trust me, horsey, you'll have plenty of food." Charlotte had the large diamond ring in her hand, she frowned and threw it threw an open window of her house. Lighting the match she threw it on a curtain, and left locking the door out of habit.
The house quickly started burning, "Now that's what I call a one match fire!" She laughed, mounting her grey and white horse.
"I'll be chasing a legend soon." Charlotte said, before kicking her horse to go.
A/N: I know I normally put these at the TOP of my writings, but I just thought everyone would want to get to the writing first then this. For me…it's Cocoa Fucking Wheaties. Greatest thing, ever! They're my breakfast sustenance for school! Yum yum yum! But thank you for the two people who reviewed on my last chapter, I actually redid that chapter. There aren't a lot of changes that you would see, but they get pointed out later on. Also, I redid this chapter four different times, it was so hard trying to get everything just right, and even now it's still not perfect!
Please tell me if I'm making Charlotte too great. Or if Charlie ever gets out of character. I'm trying to keep it all real, but it's bloody hard! (That's what she said.) This book will clash with the movie. :D
I edited the age of them.