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Charlie and I seemed to stare at one another with the same amount of hate and malice. It wasn't something that seemed wise but at the moment I really didn't care. He smiled a little looking down at my hat. He bent down suddenly and I flinched noticeably. He picked up my hat, before he dusted it off.
"Ya know," He started. I glared up at him. "Last I figured, I'm the one with the gun," He said all to casually which meant to me that he would have no second thought about shooting me right then and there. I hadn't even been paying attention to the slow and soft hoof beats coming towards us.
"What do we have here, Charlie?" Came a soft and even voice. I looked over Charlie's shoulder and for the first time I felt more fear course threw my body than I had ever thought imaginable. It wasn't that I was scared of death, I wasn't afraid to die. The only fear that I truly, truly have is the fear of being held prisoner, and I had the eerie feeling that just that was going to happen.
"We got us, a young Lady," Charlie chuckled darkly. Emphasizing the word "Lady". showing that he was being sarcastic. I looked away with a sneer on my face. I bit my lip and was holding back the tears that weren't going to spill.
"Ma'am you shouldn't make that face," The soft voice laughed slightly. "It doesn't suite you," He said in a sort of raspy voice. I looked up into the cold, blue eyes of Ben Wade. He tipped his hat and moved his horse on towards the wagon. Charlie looked between me and Wade with a confused look. Before stalking towards Wade in an uncomfortable position it seemed like.
"What'd you want me to do with her, Boss?" Charlie asked in a soft, confused voice. I felt my stomach churn once again. I pressed my hand on my left side to feel it damp and warm. I lifted my shirt up some to see a gash and bruising forming around it from where I had hit the ground. I could feel those cold eyes on me. I put my shirt back down and looked over at Wade.
"Bring her here," Wade said in that soft voice. I looked up with shock and horror. I knew it was apparent, due to the fact that my eyes were as big a grapefruits. I didn't know what to say, but Charlie used my frightened state of numbness to jerk me up off the ground. He pulled me up against his chest as Wade looked away to the coach.
"Looks like we goin' to get to know each other a little more," He said quietly. His cheek grazing against mine, and his hot breath on my neck I narrowed my eyes at the tone of his voice. It sounded lustful, and full of power, like he had control over me. In reality he really did, but I wasn't about to let him see it. He backed away to see my look of complete and utter disgust. He looked me up and down with an arrogant smirk. "Really good," He chuckled. I didn't even know I did it until it was too late. All around us the activity stopped, and the sound of the slap seemed to echo off of the canyon walls. I heard a horse coming towards us. I looked away from Charlie and up to Wade's gray, emotionless eyes. He looked at Charlie and chuckled a little.
"Well, Charlie, guess we better watch out for this one," He chuckled. "She seems to be a real spitfire," He continued. I narrowed my eyes. Charlie had now recovered from, my harsh slap. He stared at me with anger that should have sent tidal waves of fear over me. Strangely though I didn't feel any I wasn't going to be pushed around by this low life. I think that he knew that, since I didn't cower or flinch away from him. Charlie gritted his teeth, in frustration. He stomped towards me and grabbed hold of my sides in an iron and relentless grip. He hoisted me up and in to Wade's unrelenting grasp. I hissed pain as he grabbed my side. He looked down at me.
"Somethin' the matter?" HE asked with a slight smirk. I looked behind me at him.
"No," I lied. I leaned forward in the saddle to further my distance, from him. It was quite hard, but I wouldn't let him see that I was injured. If I did, I'm positive that he would have you used it to his advantage. He kicked the black stallion into a walk, over towards the coach. I flinched as I saw the two dead bodies of the Pinkertons. They were lying motionless, in the sand, a few feet from the coach. The gang whooped and hollered in happiness. I looked over each of them with a look of disgust.
"How much did we get?" Wade asked emotionless. Charlie appeared out of nowhere on his, chestnut horse, beside us.
"Not sure, boss, I'm guessing about six thousand," He said with no expression that I could read. I felt my wound pulsate now. I placed my hand on my side, where the blood was starting to flow more freely now. I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry out in pain. I let out a sigh. Wade leaned forward to see what I was doing. He lifted my hand and sighed.
"You hurt?" he asked with I'm not sure was concern or just plain annoyance. I jerked my hand out of his grip and placed it back on my side.
"I'm fine," I snapped. Hoping that he would simply drop the fact that I was hurt and leave me be. I feared that if he saw me, as dead weight, he would just finish me off. He chuckled.
"Alright," I could practically see his smug smile, etching his rough face. I narrowed my eyes at his tone. He was mocking me.
"We're ready, boss," Charlie informed Wade in a flat tone. Wade nodded.
"Let's move on out to camp, boys," Wade's voice seemed to be fading in and out. It almost seemed distant. I felt my head spinning, and the horse lurched forward. I coughed and tasted a rusty taste in my mouth.
"You alright?" Wade asked. I couldn't really understand his voice. I felt myself falling, and I could see the sandy texture, of the earth. Then I stopped. I could hear muffled voices but I couldn't see their faces. I slipped into the darkness.
Later that night.
My eyes fluttered open, a rust taste enveloping, my mouth. I felt sore and tired. I gasped as the memories of yesterday flooded my memory. I gasped and sat up. My vest that I had on what unbuttoned my undershirt was unbuttoned past the breast. I looked at my side and they had patched it all up. I looked around and it was still dark. The camp fire was barely lit. I sat up noticing that the camp was slumbering. I realized now was probably my only chance to escape. I looked around and saw the horses, quietly slumbering about ten feet from the group. I stood up and quietly started to go around. When my foot met resistance, I sighed. I turned around to see Wade with his hat in front of his face. I looked at him with a scowl on my face.
"You might as well just lay back down," He said sleepily and a little snappy. I looked over to where I was. They laid a blanket down and I had another roll for my head. I must say that they had, taken care of me even if they were hardened criminals they did know how to be humane. I laid back down taking in a deep breath. I lay there on my good side, facing Wade. I closed my eyes and tried to think of better things than what had happened today.
"You ever been to Carson city?" Wade asked me in a soft tone. I didn't even open my eyes.
"A couple times," I sighed in a tired tone. He chuckled.
"You must be a drifter," He guessed. It was my turn to chuckle.
"A looker," I said softly. I could feel his confused gaze on me.
"If you don't mind me askin what a looker is," He asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Well I do mind you askin," I said in an exasperated tone. He didn't say anything and it was silent for a few moments.
"So what you go from town to town, looking for money?" He asked with a bit of laughter in his voice.
"I never said that," I said in the same flat tone that I had been using since I woke up I wasn't about to let this ass hole get to me. HE was serious.
"That was some nice shootin' today, took out three of my men," He said quietly. I smirked but didn't say anything. "You know you could put it to your advantage," He said carefully. I opened my eyes to look at him. He was staring straight at me with straight face. I narrowed my eyes. "I mean you could travel and make good use of your time," He continued. I rolled my eyes.
"What are you proposing?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.
"I'm offerin you a once in a life time deal," He chuckled. "I don't offer it anyone, especially a young girl," He said in an arrogant tone. I looked at the ground considering his offer. I might never find what I really want to find. I looked up at Wade. He shrugged his shoulders at me.
"Are you offering me a spot in your gang?" I asked seriously. He ran his tongue over the bottom of his lip; he looked like he was studying me. He nodded answering my question. I looked away and to the ground. I could join the gang and simply make enough money to live comfortably. I was never going to find them. It was like looking for a needle in a stack of needles. I looked up at Wade with the answer in my eyes.