Chapter Four
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A/N: It starts getting good around this point! Please review! Also, a side note. This may well be the last time I update for quite a while, you see, I have been grounded. Again. For about a month offline. Oo;;, I'll try to get on very hard. I have the whole story written out in my journal because of my free time, now let's see if I can post it!
Bam.
Patricia reloaded, aimed, and fired the musket again.
Bam.
"Patricia! What are you doing?" her neighbor, Anne, cried. Patricia let the musket fall to her side. She pointed to the tree covered in bullet holes.
"Target practice," she said, rather simply.
"Silly girl," said Anne, "Put it away. You'll never need it."
"Tavington," Patricia said, aiming at the old elm and firing again.
Anne went pale.
Patricia reloaded, but Anne pushed the barrel down.
"You aren't going after him...?" she asked, nervously.
"Yes."
Anne slapped her across the cheek. Patricia was shocked. She stopped and cried, "Why, you-"
"Think about what you said, Patty! Revenge for your husband has driven you mad!"
"I'll get the bastard, so I will!"
"I won't let you get hurt anymore then you already are!"
Patricia held up the musket. Anne froze in her tracks.
"Patty...You wouldn't dare," she said, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek.
Patty shook her head. "No, I wouldn't dare fire on you. I'm gonna get Tavington, for sure. So help me god, I will kill him. It doesn't matter if he come's here, or if I have to march all the way down to the fort - So help me god, I'll get the bastard."
Yes, very short.
