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Authors: Ashley Olsen
upset about it.”
However, despite Ted’s reassurances, Lisa couldn’t shake off the sadness or the worry. That night when she went to bed, it was with Ted. When they made love she thought about Frank and what she had lost. Afterward, as she thought back over the physical act, she realized she was lucky to have Ted around now. Maybe it was time to let go of the past. She knew it would be hard, at least until all of this were threw.
Lisa couldn't help but feel like she had another part yet to play in the unfolding of what would be remembered as the Great Scalp Hunt. However, at the time she didn't know it would turn into such an ordeal. The only real idea Lisa had in her head while she was by Ted in bed was to be make sure to appreciate the moment for what it was.
Part 3: Ted’s Decision
Copyright © 2014 by Ashley Olsen
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
Lisa's new life in the city was one she could have never imagined while she had been living with Frank at the homestead. Ted let her live with him with no charge, and didn't expect her to have sex with him if she didn't want to. It wasn't that Ted didn't want to make love to her. It was just that he didn't want her to if she didn't want to. He'd tried to explain all that to her in the first month of their living together but she had blushed so deeply and looked away embarrassed that he decided to drop it.
At first Ted had been gone much of time, leading the townspeople on small patrols through the surrounding hills, and that had left Lisa time to get to know the people in town. Lisa had been shy, though. People in town treated women very differently than Frank had treated her when they had lived together on the homestead. In people seemed to think that women couldn't do anything on their own, and if they were on their own, it could only be for a short period of time.
None of them would have thought it wise if she'd suggested a ride out to the homestead by herself. So she didn't suggest it, and instead just rode out there if Ted was gone for the week. Lisa would ride out to the homestead and go through her old things, thinking that the rags she used to wear seemed so quaint compared to the expensive clothes Ted had made for her upon her arrival back at his shop. Lisa sat on the bed and ran her hand across the comforter, thinking about all the nights that it had been the only thing that had kept her warm while Frank was out hunting.
Lisa was afraid to lose her life with Frank in her memory. The more time she spent away from the homestead in town the farther away there time together started to feel, like somehow it was shrinking away from her and becoming smaller and less real. She would take Frank's old clothes out of the closet and press her face into them, drawing deep, slow breaths while imagining him standing their watching her. Sometimes she was sure she felt another presence in the room beside her own. But if there was one it never announced itself in any tangible way Lisa noticed.
When she'd turn around expecting to see Frank standing there looking at her and found no one she'd sit for a long time at their table, now covered in dust, and cry for hours.
Although Ted had sent men to get her things, there were still a lot of it left behind; from the cups in the cabinets to the bowls and plates. They'd never had enough money to have pictures taken so there were none on the walls or night stand.
When she stood in the middle of the homestead cabin and surveyed it now, it seemed little more than a hovel. It seemed like something from a time in her life long since passed. It was like her life with Frank hadn’t really happened, or that it had all been some kind of dream that she now couldn't quite remember during the day time. She tried to hold on to the memories, though. While Ted spent time gallivanting around the woods Lisa spent more time than she would have ever felt comfortable admitting to Ted,
However, despite Ted’s reassurances, Lisa couldn’t shake off the sadness or the worry. That night when she went to bed, it was with Ted. When they made love she thought about Frank and what she had lost. Afterward, as she thought back over the physical act, she realized she was lucky to have Ted around now. Maybe it was time to let go of the past. She knew it would be hard, at least until all of this were threw.
Lisa couldn't help but feel like she had another part yet to play in the unfolding of what would be remembered as the Great Scalp Hunt. However, at the time she didn't know it would turn into such an ordeal. The only real idea Lisa had in her head while she was by Ted in bed was to be make sure to appreciate the moment for what it was.
Part 3: Ted’s Decision
Copyright © 2014 by Ashley Olsen
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1
Lisa's new life in the city was one she could have never imagined while she had been living with Frank at the homestead. Ted let her live with him with no charge, and didn't expect her to have sex with him if she didn't want to. It wasn't that Ted didn't want to make love to her. It was just that he didn't want her to if she didn't want to. He'd tried to explain all that to her in the first month of their living together but she had blushed so deeply and looked away embarrassed that he decided to drop it.
At first Ted had been gone much of time, leading the townspeople on small patrols through the surrounding hills, and that had left Lisa time to get to know the people in town. Lisa had been shy, though. People in town treated women very differently than Frank had treated her when they had lived together on the homestead. In people seemed to think that women couldn't do anything on their own, and if they were on their own, it could only be for a short period of time.
None of them would have thought it wise if she'd suggested a ride out to the homestead by herself. So she didn't suggest it, and instead just rode out there if Ted was gone for the week. Lisa would ride out to the homestead and go through her old things, thinking that the rags she used to wear seemed so quaint compared to the expensive clothes Ted had made for her upon her arrival back at his shop. Lisa sat on the bed and ran her hand across the comforter, thinking about all the nights that it had been the only thing that had kept her warm while Frank was out hunting.
Lisa was afraid to lose her life with Frank in her memory. The more time she spent away from the homestead in town the farther away there time together started to feel, like somehow it was shrinking away from her and becoming smaller and less real. She would take Frank's old clothes out of the closet and press her face into them, drawing deep, slow breaths while imagining him standing their watching her. Sometimes she was sure she felt another presence in the room beside her own. But if there was one it never announced itself in any tangible way Lisa noticed.
When she'd turn around expecting to see Frank standing there looking at her and found no one she'd sit for a long time at their table, now covered in dust, and cry for hours.
Although Ted had sent men to get her things, there were still a lot of it left behind; from the cups in the cabinets to the bowls and plates. They'd never had enough money to have pictures taken so there were none on the walls or night stand.
When she stood in the middle of the homestead cabin and surveyed it now, it seemed little more than a hovel. It seemed like something from a time in her life long since passed. It was like her life with Frank hadn’t really happened, or that it had all been some kind of dream that she now couldn't quite remember during the day time. She tried to hold on to the memories, though. While Ted spent time gallivanting around the woods Lisa spent more time than she would have ever felt comfortable admitting to Ted,
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