Wranglin Rachael

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

Meribeth Green goes to her Great Aunt Missie's one day and finds out that she is related to one of the most notorious Western Bandits ever to have lived. Follow the story of Rachael Dennison. It's a story of love, mystery, pain, adventure.. with a bit of a twist. ;)

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Prelude

Submitted: August 22, 2010

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Prelude

The wind howled madly, the only warning of the storm brewing. It rustled the leaves of trees and bushes bringing about their joyous dance of excitement to be nourished with the life water they so desperately needed. The air crackled with electricity as the storm was readying itself to crash down on the Earth below it. Silence ingulfed the area, wrapping everything in a cushion of nothingness. Whispering in your ear that something's about to happen. Something big. The only thing that broke this silence was the loud pitter patter of running feet.

The running feet belonged to a panicked girl trying desperately to get to shelter before the belly dropped out of the black clouds that covered the afternoon sky and blocked the sun from view. She panted and was outwardly encouraging herself to go faster in short rasping breaths. The girl shouted for joy when she saw a tall black gate with the sign reading Rosie Ranch. Pratically slamming through the gate, she ran up the dirt road toward a massive white house crouching on the top of a hill. She kicked up dust as she sprinted up the hill. Finally reaching the house, she stopped to catch her breath dooubling over and putting her hands on her knees. She could barely breathe at all. The screen door closed loudly and soft footsteps made the girl straighten up quickly. In front of her stood a middleaged woman dressed as what could only be a gypsy. Layers of flowing glittery cloth of many bright colors draped around her body in such a way that made the girl squint. The woman spread her arms wide to reveal the choking scentof toostrong perfume.

"Maribeth, my darling!," came the overly theatrical voice. Only to be expected. Maribeth inwardly rolled her eyes. her parents had warned her about this.

"Hi Aunt Missie," she muttered darkly. Maybe walking in a thunderstorm would be better than this. Shoot, being struck by lightning would be better than this. Why do I have to be the one to stay with her? Ben Could've done it but NOOO, Aunt Missie wanted me.

"Oh my dear! Why are you so dirty? You look positively dreadful!" Meribeth sighed. Great. Just Great."Come in! Come in, my dear. This air is horrid for young ones like yourself!" With reluctant steps Meribeth followed her aunt into the house. She was expecting it to be awful in the actual place, but in reality, it looked very.... cosy. Very plain. All the walls were whitewashed with a red and blue trim on the edges. There were no draperies, no gypsy symbols, nothing to show that her aunt lived here. The whole house looked massive, but also very lived in. Verynormal.Meribeth hadn't been in this house since she was 3, 12 years ago. She hadn't seen her eccentric aunt in that long either. Now she had to stay with her the entire summer.

Maybe it wont be too awful bad here. I could have fun. Meribeth gave a long hard appraising look to her aunt. Well, at least I know there will never be a dull moment here.

"It's been practically forever since I've seen you, my little Bethy!" Groan "We have a lot to catch up about!" Maeribeth forced the best smile she could musteron her face and nodded. Missie hugged her by barely touching the girl. She just grazing over her shoulders and was back to the position of being 5 feet away from her. Meribeth noticed that Missie seemed to be examining her face to a ridiculous degree with a look of astonishment on her face. She figeted in her place, uncomfortable with what was happening. Missie finally seemed to realize just what she had been doing so blatendly.

"Oh my! How rude of me!" she cried throwing her hands up dramatically. "Do you want a beverage to soothe your parched throat?"

"No Tha---"

"Coming right up! I'll make us some tea. Go sit down in the parlor and rest your weary self." Missie then glided out of the room leaving Meribeth standing alone, thoroughly irritated. With a sigh she began to search for the parlor room. It wasn't difficult. The first room she walked to had a sign that read The Parlor Room. In it were a sofa and two chairs across from one another, all with the same green with white lining pattern. The whole room's theme seemed to be green.Everything had something green on it. Meribeth looked all around the room and did a doubletake when she saw a pencil sketch of her framed in the middle of the wall. She walked up slowly to it and examined it intensely.When was this done? And then shesaw the date on it. 1873

"Oh, dear. You've already seen her." came a voice from behind her. Meribeth spun around to face her aunt frantically.

"Who is that?"

"That, my dear, is Wranglin' Rachael Dennison."


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