Martha O'Braonain sat on a chair on the veranda of her farm. From there, she could see everything that was happening around her property. Martha Jones glimpsed something about a mile away and stood up. She was a tall, woman, easily six feet and somewhat heavyset, with long red hair and pale green eyes. Her skin, once bone-white, had been turned light bronze by decades of hard work under the sun. Martha O'Braonain was once married. Her husband, Michael O'Braonain had passed away a few years ago. Now in her mid-forties, Martha was the sole owner of the vast lands they once shared.
Martha took care of business. The O'Braonain estate covered up some twenty square miles. For generations, the family had grown corn on it. Martha O'Braonain met her husband Michael when she was twenty years old. He was a young man in the big city for the first time. He'd been born and raised in Texas and hadn't been past Dallas his whole life. He found himself studying Business Management at Boston College on a football scholarship. Martha had been there, studying Nursing. They met and became friends. A few months later, they started dating. They got married a year after graduation and returned to Texas. They moved into the family farm and never left. That was in 1978. Back when Martha Jones O'Braonain had been twenty years old and madly in love with her studly husband. That was ages ago. A long time had passed. Martha lived alone, save for the occasional company of her maid, Bianca. Bianca was a short Latina with long black hair, bronze skin and big brown eyes. She did everything from cleaning the house to taking care of other duties.
