Snippet #1695120

Bridget really hadn't nowhere to go so she found a good piece of land to set up camp, she didn't like going home cause her mother would always try to get her to stay home and stop traveling and stay home. So as she slept in her tent she tossed and turned as the thoughts of an adventure, and handsome men floated through her dreams.

As the morning rays began to saturate the tent she moaned not wanting to wake up but found herself waking up despite the fact. She came out of the tent and made a little camp fire and set to making herself some stiff black coffee to wake herself up. After her meager breakfast of biscuits and bad coffee she made her way back to the McHughs. Whistleing down the road a thought crossed her mind of something her father had told her when she was little and would be whistleing down the road much like she was right now "Whistling girls and crowing hens Always come to some bad ends", she laughed it was funny what you remembered from your childhood at the oddest moments. She made her way up to the door and knocked.