Day 1
Rachael Ceronio was a dashing socialite she was one of the most effective advertising agents the business her grandfather founded had. She wore jewels like they were made for her and usually they were, every woman wanted what Rachael was wearing.
Rachael loved horses and ran a ranch with her mother. She would breed and sell prize horses. However, this ranch was in Mexico.
She handled her firearms with precision and locals didn’t dare try to steal from her.
She was the captain of her polo team. She rode like thunder and expected her team to as well. She was competitive and liked to win.
She kept up appearance in New York, London, Paris and everywhere else she was known. Leaving her new diamond chain to be run by managers that her father oversaw.
Rachael had long dark brown curly hair; her hazel green eyes had been on many diamond adverts. She was twenty-two-years-old, she had a defining scar on her left thigh, it was shaped like a lightning bolt.
Rachael was riding in a field where her horses were, with her latest interest Christopher Blight.
Little did she know he was about as honest as she was. Unknown to her he was a Colombian drugs and arms smuggler.
She had a boyfriend Charles Dale-Fest, he looked good on her arm in photos and at events. He was a safe option that she was bored with. Charles Dale-Fest had never been invited to visit her ranch. As this was where she hid from the press and the world.
Chris was strong, dangerous and totally appealing so she took him riding.
She always wore her necklace given to her for her fifth birthday by her granddad, a blue horse made out of blue diamond (a piece of the blue crystal).
As the couple took a slow ride through her fields three of her other horses began to follow her. She was wearing a cowboy hat, a white strap top with a blue and grey button up shirt over, riding gloves, blue jeans and grey socks, brown leather cowboy boots. She had a riding crop with her and a knife in her boot.
Chris was wearing a black muscle hugger with a black long sleeve shirt over, a brown cowboy hat, modern crinkle- cut jeans and takkies. Chris was packing two 9mm under his shirt. Which Rachael knew nothing about.
Rachael, Christopher and the horses they were riding on, plus the three that were following her found themselves somewhere else. Her necklace was glowing for a second. She wasn’t sure if it really happened, but then they were in a clearing surrounded by trees, the faint sound of water coming from her right.
“What is this?” Christopher demanded angrily “I don’t know!” Rachael replied trying to hide her panic.
Rachael Ceronio and Christopher Blight stared at each other.
“Where are we?” Rachael said angrily.
“What magic is this” Chris said threateningly.
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“I don’t believe in magic!” she said in an ‘I’m not stupid tone.’
She gathered her horse.
“Get off that horse and help me, I can’t lead four horses on my own.”
“This is your fault” he said.
“Since you know so much about magic, maybe someone cursed you” she snarled. Chris was silent thinking for a moment.
“I wasn’t being serious” she said.
“Now get off your horse and help me. I have a flight back to America tonight.” She mumbled.
Chris got off the horse and helped her. He led two while she led the other three, two by hand and one attached to the other. Chris was very handsome, but she was rethinking her crush status. As they walked along, they found two paths side by side, they followed it. A horse drawn cage with people in it came passed. A group of six men were walking with it.
“What is that?!” she said shocked and horrified.
The people looked terrible, matted hair, dirty, and smelly!
Or was that the two horses pulling them that smelt so bad.
Some of the people even looked sick.
“Chris” she said.
“Let me handle it” he replied.
He spoke in English but no one understood, the men were eyeing her in an uncomfortable way, and looking at her five horses. Chris then spoke in Spanish, Portuguese, French, and English all the languages he could speak. But no one understood.
“How good a rider are you?” he asked Rachael.
“Excellent” she replied very uncomfortable.
“Get ready to ride, these men mean us harm.”
Rachael freed the third horse and clipped the reins from the two which weren’t wearing saddles, she moved into position to mount and ride. The men grunted among themselves and then started moving closer towards Rachael.
“Ride!” Chris shouted
And she did, she jumped on and rode like the wind. She had left Chris in the dust. She waited for him to catch up. Then she saw two of the men were chasing them on the two horses used to pull the cage of people.
“Ride faster” she called to Chris, “they are gaining on you.”
Then Chris yelled
“Ride for the forest.”
So, she headed for the trees and her free horses followed, she ducked into the forest, it was dark. She dismounted and waited for Chris who was not headed for the forest instead he had turned his horse around and was waiting for them, he drew a gun… Rachael grabbed her horse, and he shot them both. There horses turned and ran losing their dead riders as they went. Then Rachael rode out to join him,
“You have a gun!” She said waiting for an explanation.
“You clearly see I do. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
“The horses need water” she said changing the subject.
She wasn’t sure how she felt about him, his guns, or the dead people. She had shot people before but never killed. He was unfazed about it, like all- in- a- days- work. She knew he was a dangerous man and that had been part of his appeal but seeing him kill two men suddenly his danger was all too real and scary. They walked until they heard water, then they headed towards it, there was silence between them as Rachael reasoned with herself, he had to do it, they would have hurt us, he was protecting us.
“Thank you” she finally said.
“For?” he asked confused.
“For protecting me, and doing what needed to be done.”
He was not expecting that. Just then they saw the river, it was beautiful. Clear water leaped over the rocks. There was no bank so it was easy to get to the water and the horses could drink. They drank and so did the horses.
They looked up and saw a child, she was dirty and wore clothes too small for her. She was thin and barefoot; her hair was almost black and in a knotted ball on the side on her head.
“Hey” Rachael called,
The child froze in fright, then after giving them a quick look she ran away.
“I imagined that going differently” Rachael said.
Chris laughed, “How did you think it would go, Hey… Hey with a smile from the child followed by, are you lost? Would you like to come to my house for tea?” he teased.
She splashed him,
“NO! Something else, I don’t know what.” She said.
The wind off the water was cold. Very cold.
“We should make camp for the night.” Rachael said,
“Start a fire, find something to eat…”
Chris listened to the silence of the jungle, something was out there,
“Good idea, let’s start with the fire.”
They were no good at catching fish or cooking fish on a fire. They managed to catch one fish and they finally ate it half burnt and half raw. They built a little cabin, three walls, a door and a roof, it was a good cabin. They had collected enough wood for the night to keep the fire going. They had built the cabin in-between two trees as neither of them wanted to sleep on the ground. But upon trying it out they realized it was not very comfortable. The wood knots poked up and the branches weren’t straight.
They had moved the fire so it would help keep their tree house warm without being smoked out or catching on fire. They gathered leaves and tried to make a softer place to sleep. It became dark. Rachael hoped the horses would be ok.
She took off her shoes and her feet stank, it was mortifying, she blushed. Chris took off his shoes and it was even worse.
“Ahhh good man smell” he said.
She just waved the air, it was so bad you could get high off of it.
“Head to toe” she said firmly,
But his feet just smelt so bad. She turned around,
“Making a move on me” he said winking,
“Running from your feet” she replied,
They laughed.