A boring life. A boring town. A boring fiancé. That was your life so far, and you weren’t happy with it you were only doing all of this to make your father happy. You sang in the church choir every Sunday, and you helped the ladies at the tailor shop on weekdays but you were getting bored with it all. An expression that your fiancé seems to notice and only thinks to throw money at the problem, you didn’t want his thoughtless gifts you want adventure. So one night when your father and fiancé fell asleep you went out to the barn and saddled up your horse with the intention to ride to the next town over but you only got as far as the creek on the edge of your father’s property. You came across a camp with a fire that had burnt down to its embers and two tents, you held your breath not wanting to make a sound but your horse had other plans. Your horse got spooked when he stepped on a branch and in his fright he threw you forward making you land hard on the dirt next to the embers.

You were laying on the ground trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of you when you hit the ground, but you immediately went silent when you heard a gun cock inside the tent closest to you. You didn’t know what to do when the barrel of the pistol parted the tent flap and aimed at your face.