A conspicuous marker. “Is everything all right, Winchester?” I called out through the open window. “Aye, tis fine. Now sit down an’ shut up,” the man rudely replied. “You cannot talk to me like that. I will be telling my father about this rude treatment as soon as we reach our destination,” I said. This man had no right to treat me in such a way. My father hired him two years ago, and that only meant that he worked for cheap. “Aye, ye will, ye will,” he said, stepping down from the carriage. He opened the carriage door and got down on one knee, prostrating himself. Finally, a proper apology. “I’m glad you’ve come to your-“ I began. The large open hand that slapped me across the face made me see stars. Tears blinded me, half my face on fire. I bent over, my stomach wanting to retch. “Shut yer fat piggy mouth, ye dunce,” Winchester growled, his missing teeth bared in warning. My cries died in my throat. I had never been this scared in my life. He had to have known that such a slap would cost him his hand if not his life. Even if my father and husband cared not for me, this was an attack on their names. That’s when I knew he wouldn’t let me live to tell anyone. My screams resumed.
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