::looks around:: Nobody? NOBODY IS GOING TO GIVE ME THAT STORY? Fine, I knew there was something fishy about it. Because it is really impossible for my story to be EXACTLY the same as that author when I only read the first fricken chapter!!! Now to all the really nice people being reasonable:

Thank you. Really, your support is what's making me continue because I would quit now if I didn't have any nice people reading. So Thanks. ::gives all nice people lollipops::

Chapter 4:

Well, I was on my way back to the ranch. I really was not looking forward to the trip. I didn't really want to have to sit there and watch Jesse and Miss Maria-The-Ice-Queen Diego be all lovey dovey to each other. Man, this 1850 thing just keeps getting better and better eh?

Well, I got there and jumped down from the stagecoach (before the driver could help me) and was greeted by Mrs. DeSilva.

"Hello Susannah! How are you this afternoon?"

I smiled politely and said," I'm doing well Mrs. DeSilva."

"And what about your beautiful sister," she asked as she bent down and squeezed Julianna's cheek.

Despite what she might have been wanting to do, Julianna smiled and said," I'm doing good Mrs. DeSilva."

"Wonderful! Well let's just go up to the house and you two can help with dinner if you'd like," then she turned to the driver and said," Take those bags up to the second room on the second floor."

The man nodded and began his task. Hmmm. . . I don't like having people do stuff for me. Makes me feel useless. But that's the way it is in 1850, so that's the way I have to be in 1850. And yada yada yada.

Julianna wasn't really in the cooking thing- neither was I but she was young and could get out of it- so she ran off with Lupe. So I was standing there in an apron with all the other DeSilva girls trying to figure out how exactly I could bake an apple pie.

Okay *, I thought to myself, * I can do this. . . I SO can do this! All I need is. . . flour. Check. Egg. Check. Milk. Check. Apples. Check. Cinnamon. Check. Nutmeg. . . what the hell is nutmeg? * As I was pondering this I felt a presense behind me. So I turned to see none other than the hottest wild wild west boy himself.

" I believe," he said with the slightest hint of amusement," You are looking for this?"

And with that Jesse showed a small glass jar with brown powder in it.

And answering my questioning look he said," It's nutmeg."

I blushed and answered," I knew that. I'm not a moron."

As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted it.

"Moron?"

"Nevermind. Why are you helping me instead of your fiancé Je- I mean Hector?"

Jesse glanced over at Maria who was peeling potatoes, and obviously hating it, and looked back to me.

"Maria is doing fine. She needs more experience in the kitchen."

Strange. . .usually a guy would actually be nice to his fiancé.

I nodded and went back to the task at hand.

Thankfully, Josephine came and saved me. She finished the pie and told me it was good that I at least tried and that Maria would of said no on the spot. I noticed all the DeSilva girls. . .well . . . didn't exactly like Maria. . . okay, okay, they despised the bitch. Who could blame them? She was a snobby, spoiled, narcissisitic brat who need help making her own bed. Even Jesse himself wasn't exactly that lovey dovey with her as I thought they'd be.

Of course, I found out why.

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I was having the nicest dream that Jesse was sailing with me on a pirates boat. And I was wearing a big frilly dress and he was dressed like the hottest pirate on the seven seas. Then were killing Paul Slater and throwing him into the ocean to his watery grave. . .

Okay. . . enough Pirates of the Carribean for me. No matter how much I like Orlando's hot body, no more watching it.

Anyways, I was just getting to the part where Paul was gasping for air when someone was calling my name. My eyes fluttered open, and I came face-to- face with Jesse.

I freaked. I sat straight up, only that wasn't the best idea due to the fact he was right above me so our foreheads collided painfully together. I then fell back down on my pillows and groaned in pain.

"Awwwwww, and I don't even have a fricken tylonel to help this. . ."

Jesse just rubbed his head and said," Did I frighten you Susannah?"

"No shit Sherlock!" Hey, can you blame me? First of all, by the looks of it, it was 5 in the morning, and second I just collided heads with the man I love.

Jesses chuckled and said," I knew you were acting differently in front of my parents."

At this I sat up again- luckily he had moved -and asked," You mean you do remember me?"

Jesse gave me a smiled and replied," Of course Susannah. I couldn't as well greet you as an old friend. I was supposed to have never met you before."

"Oh," I inwardly winced at my own stupidity. Of course he couldn't show he remembered me. We'd never met before in this time! God. . . I'm an idiot.

Jesse stood up and walked towards the window.

"Susannah."

I looked up at him and said," Yes Jesse?"

"Being back here. . . it's just. . . it reminds me of how stupid I was to have agreed to marry Maria."

"Oh." I hate when guys do this. They want to talk to someone about their love problems and that person always seems to be you. Funny how that works out.

"Well. . . I guess she's an okay wife and all," I continued," A bit moody at times but. . ."

Jesse sighed and said," No Susannah. She's awful. She spoiled, horrible to others and wants me to be her personal slave."

I inwardly smiled. This meant Jesse was free.

Cool.

"Well, you'll have to break it off with her."

Jesse looked at me as if I were insane," I cannot do that Susannah! I would not only disgrace my parents but Maria's parents as well."

I frowned, the dignity. Hate that part with the 1850 type guys.

Then a plan formed.

I grinned and said," Jesse. . ."

"Yes Susannah?"

"I have a plan."

There ya go. Short? Yes. But I have to get to bed.