test – qtran

What happened in Tombstone was wrong, and I’m sorry for it, but I can’t undo it. All I can do is try to make things right from here on. Ka was quiet for a moment, watching me brush down my horse. My sister thinks you might be different, she said finally. She’s always been too trusting.
And what do you think? I think white men are good at saying pretty words when it serves their purpose. Fair enough. I’d have to prove myself through actions, not words. Where are you from originally? I asked, changing the subject. The Chirikawa Mountains. Your band lived there for generations before? She stopped herself.
Before what? Before men like you decided we didn’t belong there anymore. Over the next few days, a fragile routine developed. Rosa took charge of helping the sisters settle in, finding them clothes and showing themaround the house.
Ayana, the younger sister, gradually began to open up, especially to Rosa, whose maternal nature seemed to draw her out.
Ka remained distant and suspicious, but I caught her watching me sometimes when she thought I wasn’t looking. She was evaluating me, trying to figure out my angle, waiting for me to reveal my true intentions.
The first real test came on the fourth day when Sheriff Stone rode up to the house with two deputies. Coleman, he called out as I stepped onto the porch. We need to talk.
I could see Ka and Ayana watching from an upstairs window, and I hoped they couldn’t sense the tension I felt. What can I do for you, Sheriff? Got reports of trouble with your new acquisitions. Neighbor says he saw one of them trying to steal chickens from his coupe. It was a lie and we both knew it.
My nearest neighbor was 5 mi away and neither sister had left my property. That’s interesting, Sheriff, considering they haven’t been off my land. You calling me a liar, Coleman?
I’m saying your information is incorrect. Stone’s eyes narrowed. I’m going to need to search your property. Make sure you’re keeping those savages under proper control.