grace felton-d10-cb

Her long, brown hair drapes at an angle over her shoulder as her dark stormy eyes surveys the landscape. Her long arm is pointed straight at the thing on the ground, a small gun at the black beady eyes staring up at her, fangs out and threatening death. A shot is fired as one of her fingers pulls the trigger. She crouches down as the bloody mess just lays there on the desert ground. "Sorr'." Says a soft voice, "I couldn' let ya hurt my herd." The girl's head whips around as a loud moo is heard from behind her, but no. Nothing wrong has happened. The large animal that created the huge noise had just been startled by a small beetle that had been crawling over the ground. The girl sighed a small breath and stepped on the beetle. She glared annoyingly at the cow. "Better, you lil coward? It aint my fault mama and papa have been leaving me here to fend for you while their off doing who knows what." As the words came from her mouth the cow stared stupidly as they always did at her.

"Stupid thing." She muttered before coming over to the cow and giving it a small pat on the head. It was obvious she really cared about the creature in her own way. "Let's get ya back in the pen." Then she lead the cow by a small collar around its neck and led it towards where a group of other cows were watching from their pens, and she kept her ears open for the distinctive noise of the snakes that had haunted her farm ever since she was put in charge of it by her parents who were too lazy to actually take care of it.

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