You know when i read the spell would send me back into the life of one of my ancestors, i kinda figured it would be something like my grandfather. If not him then i had a few other ideas. My great-great grandmother was not one of them.
I assumed based on what i knew of her she’d be the quiet mousy type women seemed to be at the time of the mid 1870s. So waking up with an awful lot of exposed cleavage and the ability shoot pretty damn good was more than a surprise. To make matters worse, the only way home is to make sure the timeline remains consistent, which means making sure the next generation occurs to send me back.
Now which one of these men eyeing me up is my soon to be husband…
