This is my remake of the story I no longer have on my profile, and it is better and much more interesting that the last. I hope you readers out there enjoy it, and hopefully give me some loving feedback, which would be greatly appreciated:D Thank you and enjoy!
Cherokee Nation, South of the Arkansas River
The southern skies were slowly turning colors.
Young Mattie Ross took a look up high above. In her eyes, the sky looked almost like a canvas. A canvas, with mixed watercolors, each color dripping into the next. It was beautiful.
Not only did the skies catch the young girl's attention, but so did the dry heat surrounding her. The sun was setting, but that didn't mean you felt no warmth from it's cooling heat. She wasn't too fond of it, but once comforted by the softness of her small little sleep mat, there was no going back.
The ground was cold,it's soft breeze sneaking up through every little stitching of the mat, bringing her even closer to falling in deep sleep.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny.
Mattie Ross was still deep in sleep, rolled over to her side, putting all of her weight on the only arm she seemed to have left in her possession.
She couldn't quite understand the dreams she's been having day after day, but it was about the same thing. Same scenarios...same everything.
After waking to the sun's radiating heat upon her face, she felt her body stiffen, and knew there had to be at least a few muscles in her body that had been pulled. The only thing she knew she could do to fix that was to raise her arm high and give out the biggest stretch she could.
It barely helped but it was worth a try. And that try was great.
Mattie took a long persistant look around after wipping the sleep from her eyes. There were many tall, stalky trees, a few tiny animals here and there. Then there was:
Marshal Cogborn and definately no sign of the Ranger. He was still lost in dream, even one tap on the shoulder or maybe even a kick to the side wouldn't wake the sleeping giant. He was limp as a log, hanging high above a small river bank, glistening in the sunshine with an empty glass bottle of whiskey behind his turned back.
Mattie didn't dare to wake him.
She yawned for the first time this morning, and began to collect her things. The first thing she grabbed was her sleeping mat. She rolled that up with the strength of her one hand, and hitched that up on the saddle. And all the rest of those little miscellaneous things, even her pa's pistol were shoved into her sack that hung loosely over her shoulder, attempting to mount herself on her own horse.
Young Mattie tried so hard, and used so much energy, she began to work up a sweat. It seemed a bit odd, but a girl only 16 years old without an arm and barely no strength to begin with; it was like a run about in the thickest of wood.
"Darn it anyway."she scuffed the side of her boot across the grass below her with a frustrated grumble, staring down at her ponie's chipping hoof.
She had bent over on her knee, taking only a closer look at her hoof. Once she found out it wasn't a chip, but a crack, Mattie only blinked.
A few moments to think to herself, Mattie zipped her head around after hearing the whinnying of a mare, finding out that it was indeed the Texas Ranger she seemed a bit worried about.
He pulled the reins back carefully in an instantaneous motion, and the horse stopped soon after.
Mattie smiled small stareing face to face with the mare that stood 2 feet taller than her, and it's head dangling downwards in wanting of her pet.
"I could see Marshal Cogborn is still a'sleeping?"he spoke to the young girl, but the way it was pronounced and worded, it was more of a question. Mattie took a quick look over her left shoulder, and saw Mr. Cogborn's turned back.
She nodded her head.
"I believe so."she stated, giving her full attention back to the butterscotch colored mare, stroking it's muzzle and getting back in return, a loud whinny.
Mr. Laboeuf watched how sweetly the girl bonded with his pony, and jumped from it's back in a spontaneous fashion.
He wriggled his nose free of the tickling from his mustache right below, and removed his buckled hat. Mr. Laboeuf surely wasn't the one to be filthy, but with the sun shining over his head and glistening in his locks of hair, it revieled a whole lot. Nobody could blame the man; they have been out here now for a few days already and his hair was looking greasey, and his face becoming a bit gruffy.
Mattie slid her her eyes upon Mr. Laboeuf, and left them there for a while.
"When must we depart, Mr. Laboeuf?"the young girl asked nonchalantly, her almond eyes now shining in the growing sunshine above, trying her best not to squint.
Laboeuf raised his arm, resting his one hand over top of his hat to keep it still, while he moved his head to stare up at the sky. He did use his last free hand as a visor, blocking out partial of the sunlight. "We should head-on before too long."he answered her wonderous question with the best answer, and dropped his arms down at his sides.
Mattie took a long moment to wonder if Mr. Laboeuf's eyes were really on her, but indeed not. She felt silly for thinking such a thing and turned to see Marshal Cogborn, now flipped over on his back, and an arm drapping over his belly, with his hat over his face.
"I reckon we better wake Mr. Cogborn from his sleep. It's time anyway."he interrupted the chirping birds and the quiet silence for the final time, standing tall with his hands each wrapped around his bandoiler.
Mattie stared down at her own two boots, found a free string, and bent down to retye it, while gazing up at Mr. Laboeuf from time to time.
"I will wake him Mr. Laboeuf."she told him in a ready, hyperful tone of voice, but it was rather a waste of her time. How could she be so naive, so silly. She knew well she has no other arm to help her in this new situation.
Young Mattie took her eyes from her boot, and squinted back up at Mr. Laboeuf, whom stood there as quiet as a mouse.
It took Mattie a while to get to what she was about to say. It was there, hanging at the tip of her tongue:
She just let it go, and gave Mr. Laboeuf a stare as before. She took those two loose strings and tucked them into the boot, and standing back up, with a slight wobble to the right.
Mattie was standing right beside Marshal's limp body, leaning down to remove the hat from his face and glared down at him.
He moved a few times, in order to get the girl away from him, and grumbled something deep in his throat that barely made no bit of sense to her ears. Mattie snaked her eyes slowly back toward Mr. Laboeuf, whom stood right beside his pony, holding those reins in a clenched fist staring back at her.
She sighed full of exhaustion, before returning to her duty, and this time dropped to her knees. "Mr. Cogborn. We must leave before too long."the almond eyed child said full of gruffle, moving her hand forward and pressed it against Cogborn's middle back, feeling it squish a bit with the much force she put on it.
He did respond. But only a muffle:
"Please Mr. Cogborn. We have to get these supplies back to Yell County before long, and I am not the kind of woman to guff, but I demand you get up!"Mattie explained clearly, removing her hand from his back and standing up.
Out of the blue, Mr. Laboeuf's horse whinnied with the most desperate kicking hind legs, Laboeuf couldn't quite hold her down himself.
Then a gun shot cracked through the air, and by the frightful, powerful sound of it, it had to be none other than a shotgun.
It startled the three travelers. Laboeuf cursed multiple times below his breath; never cussing aloud, trying to hold the massive, kicking mare down by wrapping each shakey arm tightly round it's thick neck which quivered as badly as the Ranger himself, and Marshal Cogborn jolted awake. His fleece jacket half-hanging off his body on his right side, situating his eyepatch.
Mattie spung round on her heels, realizing that the gun shot triggered all the horse's fear gene.
She made a quick attempt to hold one of them down, but Marshal, whom was standing right behind her after a quick walk; found one of his hands gripped tightly to the back of her coat and forced her backward with a tough pull.
"Mr. Cog-born!"she nearly fell over, catching herself before even coming in contact with the ground, and watched Mr. Laboeuf struggle.
The heart in her chest was beating faster than ever before. Even the adrenaline she barely experience was pumping through her veins like deadly sun's blazing heat waves weren't helping as she wipped at the droples of cool sweat that tickled her face.
So many things were happening all at once, and before long at all, the sun died, and grey unwanted clouds covered fully, bringing on the much needed cool, wet breeze.
"M-Mr. Cogborn. I will get help!"the girl shook as terrible as the words escaping her dry lips.
Cogborn turned round to meet the eyes of her, his hands still on the rampaging mares.
"Go little sister. Hurry back!"he bellowed aloud, over the whinnying and trampling hooves of the mares.
She nodded, swinging her sack around, patting it down at her side.
Cogborn nodded back, and she turned her back:
Hello readers; hope the begining chapter was much entertaining:D much thanks to a special someone for helping me make it more interesting and descriptive. I just hope it makes some sense and hope the characters aren't OOC:/
I just hope it makes some sense and hope the characters aren't OOC:/