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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Run Rachel Run---Chapter One

Chapter 1

Rachel hid behind an old ship wreck--- dry docked on the beach. Since the new year of 1710 it seemed her luck proved to be bad. First her mama died from the flu pandemic and then her father shipped off as a shipmate on the Purple Cross---he did not tell her when he would be back.


Her father left a half-breed Indian who was a great friend of theirs to watch his Rachel. Rachel trusted Long Legs but she did not want to be a bother to anyone and he had a large family to take care of and feed. She could take care of herself---and now she would.


At 16 Rachel was full grown---but unlike her many schoolmates she did not want to married and raise a bunch of children. Anyone could do that---she wanted her life to mean something. She wanted to travel the world and then decide where she wanted to live.


Then she would begin her dream of making beautiful dresses from her drawings. Rachel was very artistic. And as crude and uneducated the town she lived in was---the towns people still appreciated Rachel’s talent.


Rachel would begin her adventure tonight by becoming a stow-away on the Black Hawk. She had done her investigating about the captain and found out he was fierce but kind to ladies.


So Rachel went home to pack all her belongings including her new acquired make-up of rice powder, rouge, and lip color. She was proud of the new dresses she made from her drawings---they made her look older than her 16 years.


Long Legs had taught her how to throw a knife and her father taught her how to dance around a fighter who was throwing punches. She was strong and savvy and was ready for her new adventure---but first she had to write her father and Long Legs a letter of good-bye and let them know what ship she was on.


Now after all is said and done---and Rachel was packed and ready for her plan to take place---her hands trembled a little as she held her satchel. She waited in her hiding place behind an old wrecked ship from the last storm.