The wagon squeaked as you and Sadie made your way towards Rhodes. — Sadie complaining the whole way.

“I hate that they order me around the whole day! What am I? Some sort of slave!?” She yelled. — You had no choice but to listen.

“When I lived with Jake, we split up the work. I’m just as good as shooting as him.” She grumbled angrily, crossing her arms.

“I hate the one I have to pretend to be in camp.” She said, sliding down in her seat.

“I’m not that woman. Perhaps I was but not now.”