New Scene~

Yes, Mrs. Marlow was right the rafting scene didn’t hold much interest for me.

So with her permission I’m going to write a different scene.

Here it is:

Summary: A Stranger threatens Margaret Campbell.

Before you read this please keep in mind that this paragraph is from James’ point of view, since it is from a different chapter.

Scene:

As I got closer the quarters something didn’t feel right, it was too quiet. I set the trunk down at the door and peered into the gloomy room. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust; Margaret was toward the back of the room, her eyes wide and staring. The man in front of her wasn’t much larger than I was but he was definitely older.

“I’m warning you, if you don’t leave now you’ll regret you ever set foot in here!” Margaret threatened the stranger.

“Now sugar..”

“Don’t you ever dare to call me that!”

“Sure, now if you’ll just come with me I can show ya a real good time.”

“I’m sorry I have responsibilities here, now if you’ll be so kind as to leave.” She hinted.

“All right if you won’t cooperate then I’ll just have to convince you-” as the man made a dive for her she moved to the side. The man stumbled to his feet, but as he whirled on her he found himself staring down the barrel of a Derringer.  “w-w-where’d ya get th-that?” he asked stuttered.

 Margaret smile grimly “my papa taught me to carry it. Now I want you to walk out that door and never come back here again, do you understand me?”

“And what if I don’t?” the man asked, Smirking.

“Then I’ll be forced to use this weapon.” She sounded firm but the slight tremor in her voice ruined her bluff.

“You won’t use that, it probably doesn’t even have bullets in it.” The man moved toward her and the gun went off. He felt his shoulder where the bullet had clipped him.

“I missed on purpose I won’t do it again.” She promised, her voice deadly.

“All right I’ll leave but you’ll regret this!” he sneered at her.

“I’m sure I will.” She watched him retreat before lowering the gun and leaning against the wall. I walked in and she jumped, pointing the pistol at me. “It’s just me.” She uncocked the gun and put it in her dress pocket. “I’m sorry, a man was in here and..”

“I know, did he hurt you?” she walked over to the table and sat down.

“He only scratched my hand, it’s fine.” I set the trunk down and sat next to her. “Are you Okay?” I asked, she was shaking really hard.  “No, that was the most terrifying that has ever happened to me.”  I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and he laid her head on my shoulder. “It’s all right, I don’t think he’ll come back around here again! Where did you get that pistol?” she wasn’t shaking quite as hard now.

“My papa gave it to me, I always carry it when I travel.”

“He taught you well, I was right you are a good shot!”

She smiled.     

I hope you like it! Tell me if you have any suggestions to make it better!

Also you may have noticed I used the word ‘good’ in there, while it is a dead word, I think that it is acceptable since it was something people would use in everyday conversations, so I think that it is fine where it is, however if it is not then please let me know and I’ll change it.

Thanks!