• "Get away from me...." I felt the black ash on my tan face."Sorry, but your too special. Get her away. After, boys A local Tavern and blew up. Nobody knows how. Except.....Tom Sawyer. He was standing in the middle when the blow hit. Everyone believes he's dead....except me. I think he is indestructable. Like, almost like a robot. "Hmph. She's not as pretty as the Sheriff said she was." He chuckled. I was thrown in a dusty, wet cell. "This, this is where you belong. Ha. Your no prettier than that ugly maid that comes to 'clean' your cell. Just as much a rat like the others." He tipped his cowboy hat and rubbed his mustache. "I would much have had the honors to murder that Tom Sawyer with my pistol. But, some lucky b*****d had the honors." He mumbled under his breath. "Come on boys, back to the Tavern." They left and a young maid with ratty hair showed. "If you want to get out of here and free Tom Sawyer, I suggest you listen." I stuttered, my eye's wide. "I believe he's still alive. I have a gut feeling that the Sheriff is going to catch him, and the Mr. Crespo, will kill him." My eyes got wider. "Do you have the keys?" I asked. She held up a rusty old key chain with a key with a number on it. I was in the only cellar in the tiny jail. Drip, drop, drip, drop. I heard tiny water droplets plummet to the Earth. "Well? Do you want to save Tom Sawyer or not?" My wavy dirty blonde hair bounced as I bounced up. "Let's hurry. My boots are getting soggy." She flung off her skirt and under were blue jeans. She unwrapped the bonnet and grabbed the nearest cowboy hat. Her hair didn't seem ratty anymore. It was actually quite nice. She untucked her blue plaid button up and zommed and unlocked the cell. as soon as she did that, we ran outside of the jail.