As the weather gets warmer and the birds come back ( although I am not really sure they ever left :) I am getting in my writers mood!! Every thing I look at tells a story and I am ready to get writing.
He did not look happy at all. Rosanna met his critical gaze although she knew that she had no right to do so.
Men were dousing water on the wall and it did not take much to put the fire out but the wall was badly damaged.
Old Bear gritted his teeth.
“Why did I ever bring you here?”
All of the men were gathering to see if there would be a fight.
“I- I was only trying to cook something.”
At this it seemed that the whole camp shook with laughter
“Cook my house?!”
The angry tone with which he spoke made Rosanna feel protective of herself.
“I am very sorry for the damage, sir and I assure you that it will be repaid; I do not intend to leave you in this destruction.”
The men became silent with wonder, where did this lady come from? Rosanna did not wait around very long. She disappeared into her little room, it was the only other room in the shack, and therefore it was the only room that had not been damaged. No one bothered her the rest of the day and she was thankful.
Late that evening, Rosanna readied herself for bed. She had packed all of her belongings and planned on leaving at sunrise the following morning.
As she curled into bed she tried to think of some way to pay for the damage to Old Bear's home.
It could be fatal to reveal her true identity but she had very little money on hand. Finally she decided that a note referring him to the castle would be the best solution.
Sleep drew heavy on her eyes, so she decided to get some rest because no doubt tomorrow would be a long day.
Suddenly in the darkness Rosanna heard the front door open and heavy footsteps came into the shack.
Rosanna had obeyed Old Bear's warning of getting a weapon. On the dresser by the bed lay a small table knife.
Rosanna put her feet on the floor and was glad that nothing squeaked. Then she grabbed the knife. By this time the intruder had either stopped or was sitting down.
She slowly opened the door, just enough that she could see out. The person had lit a candle but she could only see the back of the person, He seemed strangely familiar but she had no idea why.
“Now or never” she thought to herself and with a quick intake of breath she entered the room.
“Do not move or you shall find yourself In need of a physician.”
The man turned around in surprise allowing his face to be revealed.
“Ah...!”
A little squeak followed but Rosanna was speechless. How did he find her? What should she do?
“Why are you here?”
Derrick asked
“Who are you?”
In panic she raised the knife, knowing that he was only pretending not to know her.
“Please put the knife down, I won't harm you.”
He stepped closer and Rosanna screamed. What was she thinking; she had no courage to stab a man, not even Derrick. With that thought, the knife slipped from her fingers and she hunched over like a scarred animal.
“Please don't harm me.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper. Derrick continued to come closer.
Copyright © 2004 by Valencia Shove
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