The Last Santa Fa Newise

Chapter 6

By: DxInsider

          Upon arriving at Tibby's, all the newises were there, Spot too. Jack pushed me over to our table, having me sitting with Spot across the table from me; then he started to tell everyone what happened and what maybe happening. "So a girl soaked me?" Spot whispers so low, that I thought I was hearing things; but there he was, looking right at me. "Yeah, but I'm not telling."

          "That's good." He smiled and watches Jack, planning something to keep my uncle from finding me. He really loves you."

          "I love him too. I will never change him, not like Sarah try to do."

          "If you see her, are you going to soak her?"

          "Yes. Now that you guys know I'm a girl, I can hit her as a girl and not as a boy." Spot smirk as Jack sat down next to me. "Ok, we got a plan. You can sell the rest of your papes, but not by yourself, I'll go with you. Then you'll stay inside the House until we are sure he's gone."

          "So I have to be a prisoner? No Jack, I'm going to keep carrying de banner. I won't sell alone, but I promise Les yesterday that he could sell with me."

          "Are you sure?"

          "Yes, I'm sure. You can sell with me tomorrow."

          "Don't worry Jack, I'll protected her." Les jumped up from his seat, smiling and holding that wooden sword of his. "Ok, I'm counting on you."

          "Alright, lets go Les." I kissed Jack goodbye, wave bye to the guys and left Tibby's with Les. Yeah, I know. Les wouldn't protect me from my uncle, but he would run if I told him to. That's why I have him with me instead of Jack; he would stay and try to save me, I couldn't lose him. So me and Les sold papes until the last one was gone; it was now 8:55 pm. We were one block from the House, when all hell broke loose.

          "Don't move, you little bitch." The voice came from behind us. "Take off that damn hat and turn around, the both of you."

          We turned; in the starlight I could see Les's tears and my uncle's anger. "Uncle, please let Les go. I'll go with you, I won't fight."

          "Maybe I should do both." He raised the pistol, aiming at Les's forehead. "He would tell that I took you."

          "Les won't. Les promise me you won't tell anyone." He nodded as a carriage pulled up to us. "Get into the carriage and I'll let him go." My hat lay on the street, forgotten; I got into the carriage. "Ok brat, get out of here before I change my mind." Les took off down the street, never looking back. Uncle Jon got into the carriage and off we went. "Well get it over with, shoot me."

          "I could do that, but I rather marry you instead."

          "What!?"

          "You heard me." Jon held the pistol in his hand. "I'll die before I marry my own uncle!"

          "If you don't, I'll kill that street rat you were kissing in the park today." He had a smug look on his face, he got me. "**sighs** Ok, I'll be your wife, Uncle." Jon lit his cigar and smoking it.

          "Tomorrow night, we are on the train to Santa Fa, where we will be married; you should be happy, we are living in your old home. To bad I couldn't get your twin. That damn Sheriff got her first. Doesn't matter, I'll get her." The rest of the ride went on in silence, the carriage pulled up to a hotel and we went inside. "This is your room. There is a nightgown and a dress that you will wear tomorrow when we get on the train. If you escape, I will shoot that cowboy of yours. **laughing**"

          He shut and locks the door behind, leaving me alone. Slowly I slide down onto the floor and I started to cry. I had no choice; I didn't want Jack to die.