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The day i started my life anew
My spirits were high until I saw them. Three Russians, all from the gang that killed my family, and staring straight at me with evil grins. They were coming at me fast, and all I could do was get through the checkpoints as quick as possible and get to the ferry. Suddenly, I heard them shout, “Get after him!” and I started sprinting to the ferry, barely jumping on before a knife clanged on the metal hull behind me. At that moment, I knew I was finally safe for everything I had left behind. -
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My first job
Finally! The first good thing to happen to me in two years! The political machine here, which is like a gang that controls the local gov’t, has asked me to become a part of his political machine. He said that they had been watching me for the past two years and he thinks that I could be useful as a bodyguard for their important persons. I accepted his offer, of course, for all I had left of my gold coin was a dollar and a loaf of bread. -
Bad Luck yet Again
My birthday is cursed. Ever since I got here, nothing good has come from my birthday. Today, though, tops all of them. What makes today so different is I was shot in the leg; trying to do my job, which I had no idea involved stealing 30 silver coins for a very wealthy man with very tight security. Now I am healing, but slowly because my boss has thrown me on the streets of the tenements, the most dangerous, filthy, over-crowded, disease-ridden places in New York. -
On The Road Again
I think I prefer walking alone to the West better than riding with hundreds of other smelly and dirty people. On one downside, it’s grueling, exhausting, and makes your hair stand straight up. On another, Native Americans have been stalking me ever since I starting walking through the forests. Luckily, they stay away from me because of my rather precautious demeanor and the way I hold the musket I bought before I started this long journey, along with other essentials. -
Secret Guardians
Maybe having Native Americans shadowing your every move. Mostly because they know how to handle wolves. I was attacked by a rather ferocious pack of them today. I had time to shoot one and bayonet another before one was on top of me, his teeth inches from my face. Then, out of nowhere, this Indian comes and knocks the wolf of me, stabs it with a knife, and shoots the rest with his bow. He gave me a nod, then disappeared into the forest. -
My Luck Changing for the Better
I’ve waited a long time for this day. Earning money, getting supplies, learning everything there is to know about the West. My reward for that is almost getting shot. Again. Good thing is that I apparently have someone watching over me. As the man who was going to shoot me raised the gun, the same Indian who saved me from the wolves comes out of nowhere (again) and scared the man and his horse off. The Indian learned English, for he said to me, “the Cherokee nation will watch over you. Always.”
