This made her determined even more to get this little girl back home safe. Laying in her bed, still studying the case about a little girl being kidnapped after her parents were murdered in their house. Her commanding officer gave her the file to take home and study the case. It was dealing with a kidnapping of a little girl and needed an undercover female. Surprisingly, one day they needed a female agent on a special case. Her commanding officer realized how determined she was. She worked out every day, even she went to the range to practice her shooting. Being a female, it wasn’t going to be easy. Sitting at a desk day after day she realized that she wanted to do more. She took several classes and majored in criminal justice. Several years has passed, she finished high school and went on to college. Liz had to go and lived with her aunt, uncle, and cousins in the city. She ran outside and jumped on one of the horses to run and get help. Walking past them crying, she didn’t realized that she had stepped in her parents’ blood. She went down stairs and saw her parents laying on the floor in the hallway. She got dressed and of course had her boots on. The minutes seemed like hours until they left. The other man had a glass eye and talked with an accent. It was a man with an ugly scar on his right arm shaped like a spur. The door was opened, she peeped to see who it was, it wasn’t her parents. Footsteps coming up the stairs, she hid under an old desk. She heard her mother scream out “No!” and then she heard another loud sound. Later she was awakening by a loud sound that really frightened her. They said that she could be anything that she wanted to be if her heart so desired. Her parents came in and asked her, “Why do you always wear brown leather boots?” She told them of her life’s dream of being a cowgirl. She had just cleaned her brown leather boots. She loved working on the ranch, especially working with the horses. At the age of seven she rode her first horse by herself. As far back as she can remember she always rode horses with her father. Liz never went outside without her boots on. I remember that she always wore brown leather boots. On a ranch long ago lived a girl named Liz. Glazing at a pair of old small brown leather boots in an old dusty box in my closet.
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