I just got back from fighting off cowboys in big, tall Rockie mountains. My horse got scared off in the cross fire, but lucky for me I found it. My horse's name is Lucky because she comes in handy every time something bad is about to happen. She is always there to help me. I used my ancestor's crossbow to protect myself. It has been in my family for over two hundred years. My father passed it down to my brother than my brother passed it down to me and today it came in handy. If my mother, father, and brother were alive they would be proud of me. Now it's my turn to take the family tradition. I miss my family so much.
My mother, father,and brother died at the same time trying to protect me. My father died when he was thirty years old. My mother died when she was thirty two years old. And my brother died on his birthday when he was going to turn eighteen and where I'm from you become a man at that age. They have been gone for seven years and I missed them so much.
My family died in a huge war between Indians and cowboys. We were going on a trip and a lot of cowboys came out an rampaged the cottage and tipped us over. My mother grabbed me and protected me from the fall. She hit her head on a rock and that's how she died. My father died trying to fight off thirteen Indians. My brother died trying to get out of the way of the arrows and he got hit in the back with a arrow. Now keep a picture of all of us in my lucky wallet. I am very superstitious about luck.
Well i should go before the cowboys find out were I am.
