Nameless girl ( part two to the short story nameless man )

Blasted wood, he was so weary of the life he had made for himself. Wishing more than not he had done as his father asked of him and sought out a bigger stead that he could of raised live stock on and mounted unbreakable stallions for the neighboring towns, that was where the money was to be had in these parts. He had wanted his own mill, then when his name was spread across the prairies he would start to build cabins and farmhouses, but his dreams were taking there time on being made and he now wanted no more splinters and sweat from this forsaken place. His boss, and how he hated the fact that he was to call another man his boss! was a losing gambler that would cheat a blind man out of inches to the canes he was to whittling for them just to save a dime to spill on the tables that eve at the gambling halls. He had been cheated more often than not and was ready to make his way in this world far from such a poor and quite town that could no longer hold his attention.

Every time he got it in his head to leave something would stop him in his stead, but what was it he had always wondered? He despised all around him, his father had moved away from here long ago making a life that was more than he had ever thought was out there. Why did he stay? what held him in this place? Daydreams had taken him away to a girl that had the eyes of emeralds and hair that flowed down her back as yellow as the sun on it's brightest day. She was always doing the same thing in his daydreams, coming to town from wherever her homestead had hid her away. She held a basket of what looked to be blackberries, her emerald eyes glistening like a child on Christmas morning as if she had a secret that she would never tell a soul. Maybe it was where she found such plump blackberries, for he had never seen them so dark with sweetness and the size of these.

In his daydream the girl was almost skipping through town a playful smile reaching her lushes lips that were the color of red roses. As she walked through the market a man grabs at her, mauling her like she belonged to him and she screams for help but to no avail. He watches for a minute to see if someone will help this damsel in distress but everyone seems to shy away like they see and hear not a thing, this makes his face burn with fire as he races to her side putting his body in between the man and girl, she is now ready to spit fire and he has more trouble stopping her lashings to the man than he does making the man leave. Once the man leaves he turns to the girl to see her eyes are now the color of sapphire and they are glaring right at him. He cannot believe this little vixen, she is hell bent on making him pay for what that brute had tried to do to her. He almost believed she was going to knock him on his noggin for rescuing her. Once again he wonders to himself why he stays in this forsaken town.

The girls blackberries are spread on the soil and this now gets her attention, she stoops to pick them up tears now falling from her beautiful eyes and his heart melts at her frustration and what she must feel, to be a mere girl and to be manhandled by such a man. Her hands shook as she plucked her berries off the ground, tears falling harder now because her berries were not the plump sparkling jewels she had intended on selling to the market which meant the coins would not be as great as if they were. He grabbed at her arm in a soft way to let her no he meant her no harm and he just wanted to help her finish her chore.

She pulled her arm back in a rush like she had be bruised but he knew that is not what made her do so, just the mere touch of her skin against his had sent his heart racing and his hand felt like it was on fire. Her eyes were now studding his like she was trying to figure him out but to no avail. Once all of her berries are picked from the ground she gives him a look of innocence and tells him in a sweet voice like none he had ever heard before thank you, for all of his help and then hands him her basket of berries as if in payment for what he had done for her. He tries to hand them back to her but she dashes off to quickly for him to do so.

He watches her race off in the direction for which she had came, and when she has completely disappeared he thinks to himself, he wished he had caught her name. He now remembers why he stays in this forsaken town, in hopes one day he will see the girl that had stolen away his heart in nothing more than a daydream.