Amelia sits in the cabin alone, she sits by the fire place knitting, her long nimble fingers making quick work of the yarn as it is slowly formed into a sweater. She sings softly to herself to keep entertained. It had been so lonely since her sister left her to her self here. But the animals kept her company, she wondered why they were so quiet today. Putting the knitting down she runs her fingers through her long blond tresses. She would have to quit for now, too much knitting made her fingers cramp and she was starting to get hungry anyways. She thought about what she had in refrigerator, remembering that she still needed to run into town sometime this week to get some supplies.<br/><br/>Standing she stretches, she is not as young as she used to be, at the age of 33, she could definitely tell the difference from her early twenties, walking out to the window her cool green eyes swept her little clearing. Waiting for the deer to come and gather as they usually did in the late afternoon, but there were none in sight. Her brows furrowed together, there was something different, she just could not point it out.<br/><br/>As he ran into the clearing she was shocked, not many traveled this way, she had only ever seen one or two wander onto her property. Her hand went automatically to the 22 pistol that she kept by the door. If he wanted trouble she would make sure that she was ready.<br/><br/>Stepping out onto her porch, the pistol plainly in view, her stature is petite she couldn’t stand more then 5’ 2’’, her one hand on her hip the other holding the gun to her side, and she is slender but she gives a stern look to him, shouting so that he can hear her “What do you want here?”<br/>