<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/Marguerite_Tuerny02.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 2, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the road to Vigilance Ranch<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nathan Hunter, Closed<br/><hr/>She nodded vigorously in the affirmative.<strong>"Alfred Eklain is a contemptible, oily little sycophant."</strong>She nearly spat out the words.<strong>"And I was young, naive, and I believed his lies for quite some time."</strong>He'd never fooled her papa, of course.  He'd tried to warn her, but she was so young, her head so full of romance.  It was only after the accident that she started noticing the signs, the insistence that she liquidate, or invest her few remaining assets in scheme after absurd scheme.  She sucked in her lip, chewing softly for a moment before adding.<strong>"He might not actually have wanted me to fall off the train, but he was pushing when the gate broke."</strong>Maybe not the best way to gather sympathy, but she was basically an honest person.<br/><br/>She watched as he offered his condolences, reading the real pain and loss in his voice and his face.  He understood.  Really understood.<strong>"Oh..."</strong>She reached out, laying a feather-light hand atop his wrist.<strong>"I'm so sorry."</strong>She offered her sympathy.<strong>"We only had a few months too, and they weren't always happy or even pleasant, but they were still wonderful."</strong>She wondered what it said about her that maybe the best thing that ever happened to her started with her vicious beating and brutal rape by a filthy nigger.  She'd been so scared, so shocked, rejecting the reality of what was happening.  He had no regard at all for her station or her virtue.  He took what he wanted because he was a man and he wanted her.  He put himself inside her and he just kept filling her and filling her and pounding into her and she was crying and screaming and begging him to stop and she didn't really want him to stop and maybe he knew that but he cocky black bastard really didn't care and she kept begging even after she was bucking back into him and it was horrible and glorious and she wouldn't change any of it and god she missed him.<br/><br/><strong>"I miss him so much."</strong>She answered his heartfelt declaration.<strong>"As much as I'm sure you miss her."</strong>She patted the hand resting on his wrist.  Life was hard, was what it was.