(A/N: This chapter is just like the last only from Summer's p.o.v)
(Disclaimer: I don't own Cowboys & Aliens. P.S.- I forgot to say that on the last chapter...)
When I knocked Jake out earlier, when I went upstairs to take a nap, it was 3:30. Now its 7:00 P.M. As I look around the room, I don't see Ella.
I get out of bed and see a note laying on the dresser. It says:
I woke up at 6:30 and you were still asleep. I didn't want to wake you up 'cause I knew you were exhausted, so I walked down the street to the restaurant to get some dinner. If you are reading this, it means I'm still there. Why don't you come over and get yourself something to eat?
Okay, why not? I quickly walk over to the door and slip on my boots. I grab my belt that holds my six-shooter and buckle it around my waist. Okay, I think I'm good...OH CRAP MY HAIR! Wow...that sounded girly. I like, literally sprinted to the mirror in the middle of the room. OHMYGOD. I look like a monster. Stupid bed head. I'm glad I remembered otherwise I would have gotten some wierd looks. Moving on...
As I am walking out the door, I remember the event that happened earlier that day. When I knocked out Jake. But actually, that's not the part of the story I am thinking about. I'm wondering about that boy. He burst through the door and yelled 'no'. What was he so worried about? Did he just hate for anyone to get hurt? Or did he have some sort of connection with the Sheriff? (Teehee...that sounded dirty ;) Huh...
Anyways...getting past the why he did it, I gotta admit, for whatever reason it was, it WAS really sweet. I wonder what he's actually like. I wonder what his name is? Dang, I'm asking myself a lot of questions. I sound obsessed. He WAS kinda cute, though. Maybe I'll get to meet him. That would be cool.