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#fact: the gun isnt actually unloaded but violet doesnt know that
daughtersofexiles · 5 years
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#b--InnocentManWithABounty for Violet
It took exactly five minutes and thirty-six seconds for Violet Snyder to pack her finished postcards in a bag, grab her saddlebag, find the derringer pistol in the middle drawer of her father’s desk, and get to the stables. She never would have noticed that if it weren’t for her stepfather— a New York politican who moved west after his late wife’s sudden death— having left at seven o’ clock on the dot, and not a minute later. He’d been planning his three week long trip to New York for over a month, the ten o’ clock train’s station only two hours away, and his stepdaughter had quietly been planning a vacation of her own just as long. She’d been lonely in the mansion, nothing and nobody to see except for her stepfather, who spent most of his time in a terrible mood or on the phone. No wonder she had become so stir crazy, the plan to stay in town for a week marking the first time since he moved them away from the city that she’d gotten to go anywhere without him breathing down her neck.
She was halfway to town when she noticed the man riding her way, one hand moving to the pistol in her pocket as she watched him. It was unloaded— Nigel Snyder hadn’t kept a loaded pistol in his desk since his late wife’s “accident” when Violet was young— but if the man was any danger, he didn’t have to know she wouldn’t actually put a bullet in him. She knew it was dangerous to bet her safety on if a highwayman feared the gun of a sixteen-year-old over what money she had on her (less than a dollar, in all honesty— she’d been hoping to make more while in town with her paintings) but it was better than rolling over and playing dead.
As he neared their place on the road, violet gently smoothed the mane of her mare, keeping the worry off of her face as she reminded herself to stay neutral until something happened. “Feel our journey has just started,” she muttered gently to her horse, hazel eyes watching the man’s every move for danger. “It’s too late to turn back now.”
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