(I may not finish this but here's chapter 2 anyway,thanks for stopping by and looking over, sorry is my writing crappy but I'm trying!)
A blinding white light was shining in John's face intensely so he used his forearm to block out the bright annoying light.
"How are you !" someone said in front of him loud and clear, hesitate about removing his cover from the bright light John reluctantly lowered his arm slowly until he saw that blinding light was no longer in his face but above him, the sun shining high in the blue sky, no clouds were present but calm breeze could be felt blowing the smells of the nearby sea. Looking around him he was standing in the middle of the road in Blackwater wearing a suit. Confused he started walk away from the middle of street and joined the town's people on the sidewalks, every few steps he was greeted.
"Ah, Good day!"
"Good Morning ,"
"John Marston, how are things?"
Trying his best to be polite through his confusion he greeted whoever he could, he wasn't sure how he got back to Blackwater after taking the train to Armadillo, there was something he had to do there but he couldn't remember what it was, whatever it was it would have to wait first he had to find Abigail and Jack. As he walked further into town he heard his name being called and knew instantly it was Abigail's voice but when he looked around to find her he couldn't see her, he was only surrounded by faceless people going about their business.
Becoming angry he called out in hopes of finding her not caring if he drew attention to himself, "Abby? Abigail where are you?" he waited for a moment then heard her again call his name only this time he did spot her and Jack together but they were walking away from him. Moving faster now to catch up with them apologizing when he bummed or got into someone's way, walking more briskly but for some reason more and more people started crowding the sidewalk making his path difficult to navigate, he stepped aside to use the road but now folks on horses and motor cars were moving quickly and one nearly hit him head on if he didn't move fast back onto the side walk. Infuriated he lost sight of them and he did his best to try to look over people until again he spotted them walk further away, trying to get closer he called out for them hoping they would stop for him.
"Jack! Abigail! Wait! Where are ya'll going?" he raised his voice as loud as he could against the mass of people that seem to increase with more and more until they started bumming into him, some roughly normally he would stop to comfort them but he was losing sight of them more and more until the surrounding crowd thickened so much that he couldn't go no further, reaching out he called out for them one last time before darkness took a hold of him.
Feeling his eyes open John could only see darkness but as he lie there staring his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and he make out the wooded ceiling over him; he concluded that it must be midmorning. Without moving his head he looked around and could tell he was alone, there was a huge cow pelt hanging on the wall next to him and ropes hanging from the ceiling. Where the hell was he exactly he wondered taking a moment to think then He remembered everything now. The Agents, the train ride, Armadillo and Bill, that God forsaken piece of shit hole! He also remembered their conversation- "Tell them next time to send someone more impressive next time Ha ha!" Bill said with mocking fury, John tried to give Bill the opportunity to surrender but somehow he knew Bill would never turn himself in and so Bill had one his lackey's shot him, that's right he was shot again and now that he realized it the pain started throbbing, he felt the bandages wrapped around his side and wondered who saved him.
As if to answer his question the door opened and a young woman peered in, she smirked at him and said, "So you're alive after all," while opening the door wider and stepping inside, leaning on the open door.
John, fully awake and alert now, flexed his fingers and hands looking them over making sure he had feeling in them, he replied to her response. "It would seem so," he said
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"How should I describe it?" he said while still laying down trying to sum up his response in a polite way but Bonnie had a response of her own.
"How about STUPID for a way to explain it," she said brazenly resting a hand on her hip.
John admired her boldness and decided it was time for him to get up and back on his feet. Taking it slow he carefully sat up cringing from the pain but ignoring it. Once he was upright with feet planted on the floor he stood up and tried to stretch out his sore muscles but another sharp pain passed through a little too strong this time making him flinch again.
"And may I ask what were you thinking going up to Fort Mercer on your own?" she couldn't help ask and didn't really care if he didn't like it.
Stilling though more carefully, he diffentantly could tell his age was starting to catch up with him.
"I-I was doing something stupid that's for sure and would like to thank you Ma'am for saving my life back there," he said truly grateful, to die like that he would never hear the end of from Abigail where ever he ended up.
She waved him off, "Please Mr?"
"Marston. John Marston," he said extending a hand out.
She took the firm hand and shook it, "I'm Bonnie Mac Farlene, MISS Bonnie Mac Farlene," she said empathizing the Miss while having a displaced expression.
"In any case Miss MacFarlene I can't thank you enough," he said raising his hand to tip his hat but realized he wasn't wearing it, feeling foolish he looked around the room for it.
"Uh-"
Bonnie smiled and pointed to a desk with things on it and sure enough there was John's hat along with the rest of his stuff.
"Your things are over there ,"
"Thank you Ma'am," he said immediately walked over and putting on his hat, adjusting it to his liking then grabbing his gun belt and holster, he was glad to see his cattleman revolver was in it.
"Listen if you're feeling up to it maybe you'd like to take a ride with me later, I'll show you around the ranch and it will be a good start for you to begin paying me back for having the doctor remove the bullet a couple of days back, cost $15," she said getting ready to leave, she watched as John strapped on his belt and holster.
"I'm sorry for the trouble Ma'am, you should have left me there," he said looking up at her.
"Did you want me to leave you there? I should have of seeing as you were crazy enough to march up there all by yourself, what were you doing up there anyway?" she asked sharply.
Feeling tired already John sat back down on his bed, resting an elbow on his knee he gave her a serious look. As much as John was grateful for everything this women did for him and all that he owed he didn't know her well enough to let her in on his business, his dangerous business.
"Trying to give a chance for old time's sake anyway," he said finally.
"You know Bill Williamson? The most nastiest bandit in the county?" she said genuinely curious and stepping back inside the cabin a little.
"It was a long time ago," he said sternly clearly dropping the subject. She wanted to pry further but decided to drop it for now. There was a brief silence between them before Bonnie broke it.
"Well I better be going, gotta a ranch to run, if your hungry head out to the fire out back Mabel should have breakfast ready," she said then closing the door behind her, John was left alone once again. He sat there a minute or so longer just breathing in the quietness of the cabin, outside voices and work could be heard. When John had enough he took his time standing up and headed outside.
Once out John was glad he stepped out of the cabin. He inhaled a deep breath but not before it was cut off from the dull pain that was still present in his side, he swore under his breath look over his bindings which were wrapped around his waist over his shirt. Old dried blood covered most of the wraps and his shirt but when compared to when he was first shot it wasn't as bad but the pain was still a nuisance.