Thread: ~A Highwayman Comes Riding~ (For Vivid Fizz)

Everyday Bess came into town. Fresh milk, bread, meat, and cheese needed to be brought up from town each morning and sometimes in the afternoons as well if they were particularly busy at the old inn. Her cart rattled as it went up the hill on the road that circled the moor, the sun catching in her dark, dark hair. In the last few years it was she that had been given the responsibility to fetch the supplies needed to cater to the inn and she truly did enjoy going to town. Normally a girl would not be given such a responsibility but her father had no one else that would fetch these things for free. The old horse shuddered and sniffed loudly in protest and the young woman sighed and shook her head. Her father really needed to invest in a new horse. Simon was a fine Clydesdale when he was younger but the horse was nearly as old as she and suffered for its age. Her fianc had even offered to buy them a new horse but the stubborn old man refused. He did not like this rich business man that came in and demanded his daughters hand. Yet he agreed anyway. As much as he loved his Bessie he needed to think of their livelihoods. The inn suffered. His black eyed daughter did not blame him at all for it. She simply resented the rich man for it. Thank goodness he was properly courting her . That meant a good year or two before she had to give her life away. The small town was bustling that day. Vendors peddled their goods to those passing through, their voices calling out fresh, red apples! or roses for your bonny lass! or something that was equally persuasive. If Bess had coin to spare she would sample the strawberries that were being offered by the kindly old spinster woman. Since she did not she simply nodded her head towards the woman, lifting her straw hat that protected her ivory skin from the warm rays of the sun. Finally she reached the butchers store and hopped off of the cart, rubbing her poor and aching backside for a second or two before hitching Simon to the horse post and putting her straw hat on the seat. She was lucky that all of the shops she needed to visit were all near one another and she would not need to move her covered cart. A large cow carcass and a few, neat packages were loaded into her cart from the butcher. Of course she was assisted in this. Next stop was the bakery for an absurd amount of bread and a good hunk of yellow cheese. Milk was the tricky thing. Getting it back to the inn before it curdled became more difficult as the weather became warmer. Luckily she was able to convince the man to give her the freshest cans that they had. Flower for you miss? someone asked as Bess was about to climb back on to her cart. I cant afford anything like that, the raven haired beauty said as she turned around. The lovely millers daughter was there. Tulips were in her basket instead of the traditional and highly sought after roses. Which Bess preferred. Megan you should know better. The redheaded young woman smiled and handed the flower to Bess with a wink. Just take it for free then. God knows you and your pa have helped our family out on more than one occasion. Bess smiled and placed the orange flower behind her ear before climbing back on to her cart. She plopped her hat on her head, nodded it in thanks, and headed back through the town and towards her fathers inn.