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A Willing Captive: Ravaged By The Outlaw
A Willing Captive
Since her husband died, Sarah Wyland had mostly kept to herself. She had loved her husband, and she occasionally still felt the pang of his loss, but it had been several years, and she did not dwell on it. Life on the frontier was dangerous, both her and her former husband understood that. She had accepted his death, but did not see the need to talk to other people, and socialize. Friends would not keep her alive. Her constant vigilance would keep her alive. She lived several miles away from town, in a house she now owned outright, and had an acre of land to farm. She made a decent amount of money with her farm, and her talent for making medicinal pastes. People traveled the long and lonely road to her house when they were in desperate need of a healer, and the town doctor was away.
Despite her harsh attitude towards people she did feel lonely every once in a while. She was never able to have children, so she assumed she would probably die alone in this house, one of her clients coming in to find her. It was morbid, and part of her did not want to accept this as her fate. But she did not know how else to live, or how to change that. This was how she was raised to live, so she would die that way. She made few trips to the town, her farm being mostly self-reliant. She had a boy who came every harvest to take her crops and sell them, taking a portion for himself, and giving her the rest. She knew she could always sell them herself and keep the portion the boy took, but she didn’t want to. The people in the town saw her as the poor Wyland widow, and looked at her with pity. She did not want that, she would not be seen as weak.