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Charity walked over to the couch and sat next to him. "Fang? Why do you work so hard?" she asked and looked at him.

He smiles lightly and sighs."Because.I have to.I guess out of habit.When I was kid,my family would make me work without brakes.I kinda got use to it."

Charity suddenly hugged Fang tightly and put her head on his chest. "I can help. I used to help Micheal all the time. Let me help please," she said quietly and almost beggingly.

He sighs and nods."I guess old Smith Charlson could use just a bit of help."He smiles and pats her head."

Charity couldnt help but laugh softly and pull away. Rolling her eyes, she started to get off the couch.

He chuckles and closed his eyes,relaxing for once.There was more then that reason he keeps working hard.When he was just a bit younger,his wife grew ill.He worked hard trying to get money for some medicine for her.He was to late that one time.She had died befor he got enough money.He started working twice as hard.

His old wife use to want an area completely for flowers,and the sight for beauty.He had promised her that he would make that place for her.He works hard,getting money to help make such a place,buying land and such.

He was one to always keep his promise.

Charity went to his room and went inside, shutting the door quietly. Leaning on it, she slid to the floor and brought her knees to her chest. She was so confused right now. She had just arrived here and she was already falling for Fang. Looking out the window, she watched the snow fall and absentmindedly thought of Micheal.
Then getting up, she went over to the window and opened it. She leaned out and caught some snow flurries in her had which quickly melted into water. Looking down at the snow of the ground, she sighed and shook her head to clear it. They would need something warm to eat for tonight so she would make something here in a minute.
Searching beyond the snow, she something black moving farther in the distance but the snow was falling pretty quickly. Then she recongnized the horse. It was Micheal's horse! She didnt think twice before climbing out of the window and landing in the snow. She didnt want to take her eyes off of it for a second, she walked quickly to it getting farther from the house than she thought. The snow started falling harder and when she got to the horse, she couldnt see the house anymore. Looking around quickly, she suddenly felt herself go cold as she realized she didnt know the way back. Grabbing the horse's reins, she looked around for a shadow at least to tell her where anything was but saw nothing.

Smith Fang Charlson scenced something wrong.He learned good in well over the years to trust himself.He looked around his house and didn't see Charity.He shook his head and grabbed his rifle and went outside.Wearing his old black hat.

He knew the stable doors were not that good.So he whistles for is horse.One started bucking at the gate.Soon as it got out it ran quickly towards him.He jumped on the horse without need for it to stop.His eyes fixed in front of him and his hat stayed on.

He ignored his need to stop and get some warmth.He keeps going,looking for Charity.Noticing that there were also coyote tracks in the snow made him extra worried.

His horses eye were red in a somewhat demonic way.He tried to stay calm,not shivering to stay warm but shivering to see her alright.He looked everywhere yelling her name."Charity!"


(I picture his 'theme song' with this.You can see what that is on his info.)

Charity is now sitting in the snow, shivering badly. She was soaked through from the snow and the horse was trying to pull away but she wouldnt let go. That horse was the only thing keeping other animals away from her and she knew that. She had been hearing growling circling them widely and assumed it was a wolf or coyote.

She was barely awake as it was, the cold making her feel tired and numb. Then she heard Fang's yelling which sounded so far away but it was actually only a couple feet away. Micheal's horse snorted and kicked up snow as the coyote nipped at its hind legs. It whinned and jerked his head up, making Charity fall into the snow as the reins were jerked from her hand. The horse reared on the coyote and tried to stomp it into the ground. Fang was able to see the horses black coat as a shadow if he looked hard enough.

He noticed and made his horse move faster.He took his rifle and shot the coyotes.His eyes were colder them his skin.He grabbed the other black horse and somewhat tied it to his horse.He jumped down and held his hand out to her.He put his rifle on his back and pulled her up.He then picked her up and put her on his horse.He didn't want to talk at that moment.He started walking both of the horses back to his home.

Charity held onto Fang's horse tightly, shivering badly and coughed one or two times. She didnt say anything as they headed back but was silently thanking Fang.

Soon as they got back to his place,he whistles and his horse escorted her husbands horse to a stable.Then closed it.Soon done,his horse walks to his own stable.He had those horses trained.He carried her in and put her on the couch then he through his rifle by the door.He went in his room,grabbing the covers and then came back and put them on her.He put more wood into the fireplace,making it warmer in the livingroom.He grabbed a box of cigars and went outside,lighting one,and smoking.

Charity was asleep as soon as she was put on the couch. Soon she had warmed up and was awake, looking around for Fang.

He just sat on the porch,smoking.He was cold,but ignored it.He tilted his hat and slightly rested his mind.

Charity got up and grabbed her coat, walking silently out onto the porch. She put it on Fang's shoulders then feeling that he didnt want to talk, she went back inside. Starting up dinner, she turned her head and coughed a couple of times. Then shook her head and finished cooking a warm stew with some vegetables in it. Sighing, she set two bowls on the table and set down the spoons as well. Then she went into his room and changed into new less damp clothes.

He finished smoking and went back in,tossing more logs in the fire.He yawned,his nose being red.He took of his hat and put it on the couch befor siting next to it.

Charity walked back out then leaned over the couch. "Thank you. You want dinner? You look a bit cold i made some warm stew," she said quietly then motioned to the table.

He stood up and walked around the couch to her.He pulled her close to hug her."Please dont ever scare me like that again." He kisses her head.

Charity is surprised but hugs back and puts her head on his chest. "I wont..im sorry," she replied quietly. Then she looked up at Fang and stood on her tippy toes, kissing him softly.

He kisses her back.A tear falling from his eye.He didn't want to lose someone he loved ever again.He pulled her close during the kiss.