Post 132

As I said last week, here is the woman's point of view from my last post.  I hope you enjoy reading it! 

Have a blessed day.

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“This is where you get off, ma'am,” the ticket man announced as he whirled by me.

I glanced out the window and sighed. The passing buildings were still in a blur as we began the process of slowing to a stop. In a sudden moment, the whole train came to a complete, rough halt. All passengers fell forward. But unlike the old gentleman across the aisle from me, I caught myself before hitting the seat. Over all, that was the roughest part of the whole trip to this forgotten town in the middle of nowhere.

I was on a mission, so to speak, and had a rushed air about me. This train ride was taking much longer than expected, but I had arrived safe and sound to my destination. Now, if I could only get off of this filthy train without trouble.

I set foot in the covered station at 12:01 pm. I glanced around me long enough to see a person kindly watching me as I took in my surroundings. I turned my head and looked for any sign that would direct me to my next destination, but found none.

Just then, the train's loud whistle blew and echoed in the station. No one got off besides me, but a family of five mounted the train and were now pulling out of the station.

The train huffed out a cloud of smoke and dust which only sat in the air, hardly settling to the ground. One more glance at the person, I walked for the dusty smoke as if a superhero entering a deadly fog. The watching person wasn't seen again through the white fluff which was not fluffy to the touch, and I went on my way.

I am sure he was wondering my reasons to land in this town. I am of high tastes and wear fine clothes, not the highest price tag, but neither the lowest. What I had seen so far, this town would not suit me for the rest of my life. My new motto was, “Get in, get it done, get out” and I did just that.

My job was easy. All I had to do was find the right man and take him to the police, get the next mission, and be on my way. I was an undercover bounty hunter, or whatever you wish to call that line of income. I am good at it. I mean who would suspect a woman in this day and age to bring in crooks?

So, let's just hope the watching person didn't come to the conclusion that I'm a bounty hunter. His looks matched perfect with my man's description.

 

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