Historical Fiction Narration/Dialogue
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Western)Transcript
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Annabelle pressed her body downward, trying to blend in with the earth. Richard lay motionless next to her with part of her brain. She was glad that the minor hadn't seen her and Richard at the trading post, hidden as they'd been behind the candy counter. At least she hoped he hadn't. If she and her brother remained silent, maybe the bandits wouldn't even know they were there. The quiet was broken by a large swearing. Abner, you sleeping dog? What'd you go and do that for? Didn't you see his face? Will it? That fellow would have killed you with his bare hands if I hadn't stopped him. You should have just fired on the Mr M. Basile. The red bearded bandit cursed until he ran out of obscenities. Well, nothing we can do about it. Now Go see what else they got. The valley echoed with the sound of scraping boxes and ripping canvas, followed by a final angry kick that shook the side of wagon. Just some worthless furniture and worn out blankets. The red bearded man grumbled that cash from the flour barrel can't be more than 40 greenbacks. Hardly worth the trouble. If you ask me. Come on, boys, let's load up and get out of here. Grunting ensued, followed by the oxen lowing with confusion as they were driven off with yells and kicks. A match scraped on the tang of sulfur reached Annabel's nostrils. One of the men spoke up. Hey, Willie, what you doing? It's a long ride to Lewiston on. I ain't carrying no blasted plow. We'll take the jewelry and the cash burn the rest. Lewiston. Why are we going to Lewiston? Why not? Will his rough voice dripped with disgust? Well, we've been wasting time here. Some lucky devils air picking nuggets out of the Snake River less than 100 miles away. I guess maybe we should have stuck to mining all along. But you said we'd make a lot more money this way, said There was bound to be treasure in this year wagon. So I was wrong. Maybe you hadn't been so quick with that trigger. Abner. This trip up here wouldn't have been such a waste of time. Smoke from the burning wagon filled the cool mountain air as hoofbeats trotted off, carrying away the rough, bickering voices Annabelle lay still. So the red bearded man didn't know about her. And Richard, if he had the bandits certainly wouldn't have written away without searching for them making sure no witnesses remained to tell what happened.