Meadowlark Prairie Here I am…. A tumbleweed.

"That's exactly, what my great-great-ancestor Charlston Blackthorn thought, following a nice, friendly and beautiful lady straight into the lake. He began to have doubts about her honesty only, when he was neck deep and that lady suddenly grabbed him by the... tail and tried to drown him," she told. Lately coming up with odd stories about Blackthorn family members that no one could trace or prove that they had never existed had become a hobby of sorts. 

"That lady turned out to be a kelpie or a siren - one of the two, but he managed to break free and swim out. Believe me - for a long time after that his preference in women rested with those, who the god had graced with neither looks, nor a good character. He said it was because they were honest and had nothing to hide," she finished and watched Cassidy's expression to see, if he had taken her story seriously or not. 

"I will be very unoriginal - but you have to be careful around here. There are many good people out there, but bad seeds happen. One attacked my sister few months ago," she told, though she had no idea of, how it had come to that.