Anna woke up to Kurt screaming. She jumped up and got into a fighting stance. When her eyesight came back, she saw Kurt teleporting, trying to catch the spooked horses.
She flew to get the stage coach from falling off the cliff they were by. But all she could do was manage to save the horses from falling. The stage coach fell. All the food, most of the clothes, and a lot of medicine.
"Gosh darnit!" She yelled. She looked over at where they set up camp. There were 2 bags out. Hers and Kurts. Hers had her diary, an extra pair of clothes and the dress, and her locket that had her and Kurt in it.
Kurt's bag had his clothes in it and some extra food in it. Probably only last them a week.
"Zis isn't goot, Anna. We need to hurry zand have a head start." Rogue nodded.
She grabbed her bag and got on her black horse. Kurt did the same and they sped off. But it wasn't until a few hours later until they got really hungery. And thirsty.
They were out of water and in the middle of nowhere, just some dusty old town.
Anna got off and walked around the town. Kurt followed suit. He tied up the horses. Well, tried to. They kept trying to get away from her. She shook her head and went to find out where they were. People stared at her funny. Just because she was in man's clothes didn't mean anything.
She walked into the saloon. There were people playing poker, hussies being hussies, and drunks. When she came in, they all stopped and stared at her. Most of the men leered. But one guy in paticular, playing cards with borbon in hand, just stared at her with his jaw dropped. Never the less, she held her head high and walked to the bar.
The bartender gave her a questioning look. She gave him a determined, nothing will deter me look.
"'Scuse meh, Ah was wonderin' if yah could tell meh where the heck Ah am?" Anna asked.
"Yer at the bottom of Mississippi."
Anna smiled. "Thank yah. Do yah have watah or do yah onleh serve whiskey?"
Bartender reached down and gave her a canteen.
"Cost ya 'bout twenty bucks, darlin'."
"Twenty bucks fo' watah?" Anna demanded.
"Yep." He smirked grossly and whispered. "But there're other ways to pay fo' it..."
She glared at him. She reached into her bag and pulled out some money she'd stolen from some old man who was too buy staring at some blonde, white dressing hussie.
"Here." She snatched the water and walked away. She went to a table where men were still gauking at her. The guy she'd stolen money from must have been rich, because there were a lot of 5's in his wallet.
"Can Ah play?" She asked.
They smirked and nodded. She sat down and grabbed a deck of cards. She made an upset face. She had a royal flush. All hearts. But she needed a good poker face.
She kept the face and looked at the man who had the borbon in his hand and said, "Ah'm kinda new ta this, but...um, Ah guess Ah'll put in 20 bucks."
They smirked as she put her money on the table. They all thought she was some girl who'd never played poker. They even called her "bluff" and raised her 20 more dollars. Oh, boy, she's going to be rich.
Eventually it came down to her and borbon boy. He put down 60 dollars on the table and she put down the same amount of money and he put down his cards. Even though it pained her to put that much money on the table. But she looked at his cards and smirked in her head. He was so cocky. Four of a kind. Big deal.
"Ooooh...That'll be hard ta beat, Remy." Some guy beside him told her.
Ah, so Remy was his name. Why did she suddenly think of some sort of rat?
"I know, Emil. But, le' de lady put down her cards." Remy said.
Rogue pretended to be timid. Oh, this guy looked so cocky, smug and arrogent that it felt so good when she saw the look on his face when she put down her cards.
"Did Ah win?" She asked stupidly.
Remy nodded. She grabbed all the money and put it in her bag. She grabbed the canteen when Kurt came in.
"Anna! Please help me!" He pleaded. Anna groaned.
"Ah'm comin'!" Then suddenly Remy got up and swaggered to her side. She raised an eyebrow.
"What do yah think yer doin'?"
"Helpin' out de damsel in distress." He answered simply.
Anna rolled her eyes. "Do Ah look lahke a frickin' damsel in distress ta yah?"
He shook his head as he put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged him off. "Nope. Cuz I'm here, now!"
Rogue felt her eye twitch. She hated people like this. Completely conseited.
"Get outta mah way, Swamp Rat."
"Oh, pet names already. I see how dis is, chere." Then he whispered something in her ear that made her gasp and she puched him. He fell to the ground.
She was flustered and seething. She ran out of the place went to Kurt. She whistled once and the horses came to her and she got on her horse. She handed Kurt an apple and the canteen after she took a drink.
"C'mon, Ah'm sick of tha people here." She moved the reins and they went off again.
By sunset, they came across some woods. They explored it, got lost and saw people.
Oh, God, they're indians! Anna thought as she panicked.
A girl about the same age as her walked up to her.
"How." She said. She had braids in her long hair.
"Um...Hi." Suddenly, just like that, she could feel herself dying. Kurt got shot and the officers took her away again.
She started thrashing away to get away from them. But it didn't work. And then they all disappeared. She looked around. Condfused. She was still in the woods with the indian and Kurt. But a taller Indian man came over and grabbed the girl.
"Dani! Don't do that! How many times do we have to tell you this!" He scolded her.
"Sorry, Forge."
"Forgive her. The spirits have given her a gift that she can't control yet. Come, you two must be tired." Forge said. Anna and Kurt looked at each other and went into the clan.
Anna got off her horse and went up to Forge.
"So, yer not gonna kill us?" She asked.
"No. We don't do that unless nessicary. Like, if you were threatening me or my family with, say, a dagger to the throat. We help travillers. I'm Forge, by the way." Forge said.
"Oh, Ah heard Dani call yah that. That is her name raght?"
Forge nodded and pointed to a short but muscular man with funny hair and mutton chops by a Indian woman. "We rescued him from dying in the cold mountains. He's smitten with SilverFox. I don't think it'll last long though."
He pointed to a young black girl around Kurt's age. She looked so scared and helpless.
"We found her running away from her slave masters. She lives with us until she can get back on her feet."
"This is so kind of yah fo' doin' this. Ah always heard rumors of Indians who were just cruel."
Forge shrugged. "We frown upon violence. But can I ask you a question?"
Anna nodded. He got out a piece of paper. The wanted picture. Anna gulped.
"Aren't you the mysterious 'Rogue'?" He said.
She thought she was busted. "Yeah...Please don' turn meh in." She begged.
Forge shook his head. "No, I won't. Unless you were to try anything. I just heard the stories and always wondered about you. Why are they looking for you?"
She told him the story and he nodded. "I see. Well, you and your friend can stay here the night and in the morning, you can leave. We'll allow you with supplies."
Anna smiled and hugged him. "That's the most anyone has done fo' us in years."
She ran off to find Kurt, but couldn't find him. She asked an elderly woman. She pointed to the two of them talking intently.
Anna smiled knowingly. She'd give him some space for now. Right now, she needed to eat something. She sat down and felt for her locket and freaked out. She gasped.
She looked franticaly everywhere. It was gone. She tried to think of what could've happened to. Suddenly she glared. She remembered that stupid card player at the saloon. Dirty theif, stole her locket.
She was plotting her revenge/murder as she glared at the fire.
Meanwhile
Remy groaned. That girl was pretty, but she sure could hit hard. He'd probably out for hours. But, never the less, he smirked.
He had her locket. He opened it up and saw a brown picture of her and the blue kid. She had a pretty smile.
He looked up and saw the wanted poster of "The Rogue." Same girl. Why wasn't he surprised?
He looked at the cover of the locket and saw it said, in pretty encarvings, "Anna Marie".
He took out the pictures carefully, and there was a small piece of paper. He read the paper. "If this is to lost, please go to New Orleans and look for the people in the pictures, please."
Remy smirked. She was going to where he lived. And he had every intention of returning the locket...And maybe turn her in for the money.