The Injun girl was sitting crosslegged on the boulder in the middle of my fields, oxen milling about her. A man, I'd just fired a couple warning shots at, but a girl, that was different.
As i approached, I saw her eyes were closed, and the wounds on her arms and legs. When I went to tell her to move on, she spoke.
"Had I come to your door, you would have ignored me. So instead I pose as an oddity. So you are here, where you need to be."
I readied my rifle, as the O'Malley boys rode in.
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