The Farmer’s Fields
As Mary with her red hair and blue-eyes had escaped danger and was on the run. She had a five day journey ahead of her to make it to her family. While the town flooded with local tribes around spinning danger, untold evil upon them.
“Ah.” She hollered as she jumped in the creek.
Her belly began to growl. She made it to the trail. For half a day she had walked. She had found a farm hidden along the trail. Thorn bush alone in the heat of day no one around. She had felt her knife on her. She made it through the gripping vines. Thief he had hollered out the door. She had made a run for it his gun fired off. She quickly throw her knife as it landed in his shoulder. She got away in God’s hands and the farmer was able to build a fence behind the thorns.