Compendio de Los Cinco Tomos del Despertador Christiano (1685)

Ragged around the edges. Looking for smooth.
She never asked and I never told her how I came by the chunk of lead she had fished out of my leg. Figured if I did, she’d think I was one of those outlaws and she’d quit taking care of me. I did tell her, though, that I wasn’t on the run from the law. What I was running from was a ma and pa impatient to see their youngest boy become a man. Mostly, it was my pa. Another hired man is what he wanted. I didn’t cotton to the idea, so one night when they thought I was sleeping I left.
I’ve been working my way north ever since, lookin’ to cut them apron strings my ma and pa had got me all tangled up in - before they made a girl or a preacher out of me. My dream included a place of my own, a nice bunch of cows, a handful of really good horses, tall grass, friends, warm winters, cool water, coins jingling in my pocket and - well, yes, a pretty girl at my side - not necessarily in that order.
Anyone curious as to what the future holds for me will have to saddle up and follow my trail!