Love Only Makes It Work - Ch.2

Lie Ghost galloped across the sandy road for half an hour and soon the ocean came into view.  She slowed down her horse and trotted to a tree, where she dismounted and rested, thinking of the gold and riches she had piled up in her saddle bag.  
She took her hat off and laid it down beside her, her long, black hair dry and sweaty from the heat.  
Lie Ghost, despite the heat, always wore black.  Her pants came down to just below her ankles and flared at the bottom.  She wore a button up top with long sleeves but she had rolled them up to so they were now three quarters.  There was a rip on her left shoulder where she had been in a sword fight with a sheriff from Green Lake.  The cut had healed a lot and only a small scar remained but she had never bothered to repair the shirt.  Her hair hung down around her shoulders with a few strands of hair that never seemed to fall into place.  She wore a black cape that came down to her feet and had a sword buckled at her side.  On the other side of her waist was a pistol sitting in a gun holder.
Her horse was completely black except for a short, white stripe on her forehead.  The stallion’s shoes were painted gold to match the desert sand.
A piece of paper drifted along the beach and up towards Lie Ghost.  She caught it in her hand and read it aloud.
“Wanted, Lie Ghost.  Black hair, black horse, usually seen with gold or jewels.  Outlaw.”  She stood up, scrunched up the poster and threw it towards the ocean angrily.
“I’m only an outlaw because nobody ever saw the world threw my eyes!!!!”
She dropped to the ground crying.
“Threw the eyes of a perfect girl you’ll see, the ocean never sprays or the trees are never green.  She dresses in white but speaks like a woman that has a heart that is midnight black,” she said the poem in a teary voice.  Her mother had taught her that poem…her mother?  She hadn’t thought of her parents in years, partly because you didn’t have time to think about your folks when you were running through the country in black.

Pretty soon the sheriff’s of Chucksworth would hear of Lie Ghost’s latest scandal and come galloping on there horses to find the outlaw.  But Lie Ghost was always prepared, even when sleeping.
Lie Ghost rested her back against the tree, thinking peacefully.  She heard a scratch on sand, a galloping horse and a young voice calming his horse.  He would sneak up on her and point the gun at her, then tell her to come quietly.  They always did this, but she never obeyed.  
She heard his footsteps, heard the click of the pistol but she didn’t wait for the “I won’t shoot if you come quietly.”
She got up and turned around, her own pistol raised.  She stopped cold.  She was looking in the eyes of a blonde hair boy, about the same age as her and wearing a badge…a sheriff badge.
“So, Chucksworth finally decided to hire a sheriff that’s at least half decent?” she said with a smile.
“How do you know if I’m half decent?” he replied.
“I don’t.  But prove me wrong and I’ll come quietly to jail.”  She slammed her black cowboy hat back on her head.
“Come quietly…”
“And you won’t shoot.  After 10 years of being an outlaw, you’d think I’ve would’ve got that.”
The young sheriff lowered his pistol.
“But if your say…22 years old, that means you started breaking the law when you were only twelve,” he said startled.
BANG!!!  Lie Ghost shot at the ground in front of her.  The dust swirled around them.
“That’s exactly right.”  The sheriff heard a voice say.  He heard a neigh and when the dust settled Lie Ghost was gone.
The young lad hadn’t a clue what had happened that day.  When he tried to recall what had happened he couldn’t come up with anything.  He only remembered the outlaw’s crystal blue eyes among the swirl of dust, before she disappeared.