Texas Sharka

I was holding on under the carriage letting my hair drag across the gravel road. It felt like we were travelling for hours, well we actually were. I heard Feral click her tongue twice and the horse stopped. I put that information in my brain under the file "important junk". All I could see was trees for miles and miles. Stupid Feral probably got us lost. I rolled out from under the carriage and adjusted my jacket and started to look for the path. Bad idea. I heard an ear-shattering yell from back at the carriage. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. Someone grabbed me on my jacket and in a panicked motion I quickly whipped off my jacket to get rid of the tight grip I whirled around in a swift but quick motion grabbing one of my two tomahawks and swung it. I tried two hit the one who touched me but was stopped. I looked at my tomahawk on it was a strong hand holding it from swinging in any direction. I slowly continued looking up, the arms to the furs, to the red hair that barley touched her shoulders. Then our eyes met, her eyes were a lime green it looked as if they were made of glass because they were so perfect. " Let me go!" I shouted as I reached for my jacket. Feral quickly snatched the jacket into the air, she was so tall. " I don't think so. Why were you hiding under my carriage?" She asked. " I thought you were not going to let me come with you guys. I want to be safe too." I replied trying to act sweet so I could stay. " Not buying it. A girl who can swing a tomahawk and has the most complex walkie-talkie I've ever seen. That doesn't make a lot of sense." Feral said not amused. "Well, I also brought this." I put my tomahawk back into its loop on my belt and reached into my jacket pocket. I brought out a piece of paper that I bought a while back. I slowly unfolded it so I could see the anticipation build up in Feral's eyes. I flipped it around so Feral could read it. She snatched it up and told me and the drink server to come inside the carriage. Feral went to her room and told me and the other girl that we could stay on the bunk beds. I quickly kicked off my shoes and lied down on the bottom bunk. "What's your name?" I asked the other girl. She was quiet beautiful. She had to braids that went down to her middle back and very tanned skin, I could tell by her accent that she was Spanish. " My name is Skipper Dall." She replied with pride. "What's yours?" She asked. I thought wether or not to tell her. " Texas Sharka is the name." I replied.