The pounding of hooves sounded like thunder in my head,and the smell of blood filled my nose.The river was drowned out by Blackfoot's whinnies.After that it all went black. A few hours later,my mom's voice called out,"Doc,is she going to be fine?" Her western draw sounded slurred,"m-m-mom? Wh-wh-what happened?" I asked,holding my head.
Whoa....Hold up there for a moment....WHAT HAPPENED?! Not right now James....I DID WHAT?! Let me recap.....My name is Abigail Johnson, I’m seventeen years old, my father was killed in the war, and wanted for WHAT?! HELL NO. I’m not a fugitive. I’m just a Kid that hunts deer, turkey, and rabbits. I’m going to start before I got hurt…..