The short life of Leslie Dale.
I am Leslie Dale.I was taken from my small home in Nebraska at the age of fourteen, by sixteen I was dead.Learn my story, you might just be next.
As if on cue Golden light filled my room, I knew it was excactly 8 am, the perfect time to start a sunny Nebraska summer day.I yawned as I stood and pulled back my white lacey curtians, I smiled taking in the full veiw of my uncle Davids horse ranch.
I'd lived here since I was six, since the death of my parents.I didn't know who murdered them, I didn't want to find out.
My life is perfect the way it is fresh air,beautiful horses to ride,nice sunshine always warm on my tanned skin and soft curly brown hair, life is perfect.
The smell of warm Wednesday waffles filittered to my room.I smiled and quickley changed into my faded blue jeans,faded Camp Evewood t-shirt, and brown Justin boots I had inherated from my moms old chest from the attic years ago.
"There's my girl!" I rolled my eyes at uncle David and his stupid nickname for me.I sat across from him at the table, he placed a plate of warm waffles and fresh picked strawberries front of me.
"Im going to town later, wanna ride?"I took a bite of waffle and smiled up at him."No"I said a second later"I plan on riding Sharadi through the hills and to the stream"
He nodded stuffing his face with a strawberry"Will you be alright by yourself? I could always go la-"I cut him off shaking my head"No it's fine Ill be okay, really."
He smiled finnaly finishing off his waffles.
The ride to the stream was on easy three hours, a 1,000 mile ride all in the easy accese of our backyard.After breakfest I walked to the stables, inside it was home to 150 horses, uncle David had obviousley given the staff the day off.
Out of all the horses I could easily say Sharadi was my favorite. She is an easy brown with spottes of darker hair and a white star like mark on her head.She has been my horse since her birth ,six years ago.I headed out of the stables an hour later after she was saddled,then I mounted myself upon her.Then we were off.
The ride was long having to follow my uncles winding path up the hills and right to the stream.But as everything else it came to an end, I halted Sharadi to a slow stop in front and tied her to a tall pine close to the stream.
In the forest blue jays and other birds wailed, I noticed for the first time it was diffrent then all the other times I had come to the stream.
I looked over at Sharsdi, she was drinking water, her eyes flickering to me occasionally, it would take at least an hour for her to be fully rested.
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He watched her on the otherside of the field, silently petting the mare.He smiled, the horse could make him millions any of the ranches horses could.But seeing as the girl was here and the rancher was in town the ranch was even more heavily gaurded.All the horses were, except this one.
But what to do with the girl?
He couldn't just kill her she would scream or leave her, she would have seen his face.........unless.....
In his gray bag held diffrent items a rope,a small food sack, pocket knife, and a three shot tranqullizer gun.
Maybe just maybe he could make something of this girl to.
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After an hour of waiting Sharadi was finnally rested I was just about to untie her and mount when a rustle in the bushes, made her winnnie and rein up on her hind legs, not a good sign.Out of the tree line stepped a middle aged man with musty brown hair and mud caked clothing. He was holding a gun.
Sharadi reined up agian, this time I was standing close and got knocked to the ground.
The man smiled and raised his gun.
"No! Please don't!"I screamed each word, he looked over at me, he moved the gun off sharadi and no to me.
My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes filled with fear and tears. I screamed as there man pulled the trigger.
The bullet went into my upper leg, no the tranqullizer needle. I looked up at the man, just in time to watch him shoot my horse.
I'd lived here since I was six, since the death of my parents.I didn't know who murdered them, I didn't want to find out.
My life is perfect the way it is fresh air,beautiful horses to ride,nice sunshine always warm on my tanned skin and soft curly brown hair, life is perfect.
The smell of warm Wednesday waffles filittered to my room.I smiled and quickley changed into my faded blue jeans,faded Camp Evewood t-shirt, and brown Justin boots I had inherated from my moms old chest from the attic years ago.
"There's my girl!" I rolled my eyes at uncle David and his stupid nickname for me.I sat across from him at the table, he placed a plate of warm waffles and fresh picked strawberries front of me.
"Im going to town later, wanna ride?"I took a bite of waffle and smiled up at him."No"I said a second later"I plan on riding Sharadi through the hills and to the stream"
He nodded stuffing his face with a strawberry"Will you be alright by yourself? I could always go la-"I cut him off shaking my head"No it's fine Ill be okay, really."
He smiled finnaly finishing off his waffles.
The ride to the stream was on easy three hours, a 1,000 mile ride all in the easy accese of our backyard.After breakfest I walked to the stables, inside it was home to 150 horses, uncle David had obviousley given the staff the day off.
Out of all the horses I could easily say Sharadi was my favorite. She is an easy brown with spottes of darker hair and a white star like mark on her head.She has been my horse since her birth ,six years ago.I headed out of the stables an hour later after she was saddled,then I mounted myself upon her.Then we were off.
The ride was long having to follow my uncles winding path up the hills and right to the stream.But as everything else it came to an end, I halted Sharadi to a slow stop in front and tied her to a tall pine close to the stream.
In the forest blue jays and other birds wailed, I noticed for the first time it was diffrent then all the other times I had come to the stream.
I looked over at Sharsdi, she was drinking water, her eyes flickering to me occasionally, it would take at least an hour for her to be fully rested.
********************************************
He watched her on the otherside of the field, silently petting the mare.He smiled, the horse could make him millions any of the ranches horses could.But seeing as the girl was here and the rancher was in town the ranch was even more heavily gaurded.All the horses were, except this one.
But what to do with the girl?
He couldn't just kill her she would scream or leave her, she would have seen his face.........unless.....
In his gray bag held diffrent items a rope,a small food sack, pocket knife, and a three shot tranqullizer gun.
Maybe just maybe he could make something of this girl to.
**********************************
After an hour of waiting Sharadi was finnally rested I was just about to untie her and mount when a rustle in the bushes, made her winnnie and rein up on her hind legs, not a good sign.Out of the tree line stepped a middle aged man with musty brown hair and mud caked clothing. He was holding a gun.
Sharadi reined up agian, this time I was standing close and got knocked to the ground.
The man smiled and raised his gun.
"No! Please don't!"I screamed each word, he looked over at me, he moved the gun off sharadi and no to me.
My heart pounded in my chest, my eyes filled with fear and tears. I screamed as there man pulled the trigger.
The bullet went into my upper leg, no the tranqullizer needle. I looked up at the man, just in time to watch him shoot my horse.
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