Six Sentence Sunday: Inaugural Edition

I have decided to get into the Six Sentence Sunday game. I have been thinking about it for a while, but after learning works in progress were eligible, I decided to take the plunge. Since this is my first post, I thought it would be appropriate to start with a birthday.

It is the Twelfth birthday for our heroine, Leah Marie Clark, or at least that's what she thinks her name is. Twelve isn't exactly a memorable age such as sixteen, but when both your parents are dead every year is an adventure.This year a case is given to you, and inside are a deck of cards, a revolver, and a letter.

Now that's a heavy burden for anyone to be saddled with, but especially  a twelve year old. The War has been over for almost a decade now, but it might be prudent to remain Leah Clark for just a while longer.

My eyes went straight to the signature. It was a name I had been taught to hate, William Clark Quantrill.  The handle of the gun was engraved with the monogram WCQ.  The Person who wrote this letter owned this gun, and he claims to be my father. My Father is the Butcher of Lawrence. Happy Birthday indeed.

I hope you have enjoyed my first Six Sentence Sunday. I shall return to it from time to time.