exclaimed in excitement. Grey Fox looked behind his brother at Wild Flower heavy with pregnancy on her sleeping mat. She was holding her sides, rocking back and forth with sobs deep in her chest.
“You are needed here. I don’t want the village to get suspicious,” he told him. Crow Feather looked at him oddly. He was about to protest when Grey Fox stopped him cold.
“This is the way of it. We don’t need Stalking Wolf and the others looking for war over two women who may or may not have been taken.” The brothers locked arms, and Grey Fox slipped off into the night to the meadow, meeting Running Deer, who stood with two horses.
***
The hot sun blistered Sarah’s skin. For two days she had been bent over the side of the horse and was offered no relief until at night, when Broken Horn would throw them both off onto the ground and splash them with whatever water was available. Sky Fire whimpered through the gag in her mouth, constantly muttering in Comanche. Sarah felt increasingly ashamed that she did not try harder to understand the language. She was so afraid for Sky Fire—the girl was so young. She tried to console Sky Fire as the horse bounced them painfully over the terrain, but Sky Fire seemed lost inside herself.
Finally, after a few more hours and the darkening of the sky, the man stopped the horse and as usual, then threw the two women down to the ground. Sky Fire let out a yelp of pain and then fell back asleep. Sarah, weakened from lack of food and water, fought to keep her eyes open. Lying flat on her back, she tried to get a sense of where she was. Broken Horn had shoved a dirty rag tightly in her mouth and no matter what she tried, she could not get it to come out. The rancid taste of the material brought tears to her eyes. He just looked at her and laughed at her struggles.
Tonight, she watched helplessly as her captor drank himself into a stupor on the other side of the campfire. Sarah noticed that the man appeared Comanche, but he wore white man’s clothes. He spoke English perfectly. And some of his provisions looked to be new. He took one look at her and then started laughing,
“Oh, Mother Earth, you gifted me with Grey Fox’s mate! What a good day this is for me!” he said, holding his arms wide. Sarah just watched him. Next to her, she heard Sky Fire moaning.
“Your Comanche lover is the one to do this to my face!” Broken Horn shouted as he pointed to the deep scars that ran from his cheekbone to his chin. She noticed those deep scars and wondered what this man had done to Grey Fox to deserve them. Forcing herself not to react to his drunken words, she simply stared at him.
“It’s my turn to have some fun now,” Broken Horn hissed. He took a long swig from his bottle and tossed it aside. As he stood to approach her, Sarah felt her heart begin to slam against her ribcage. He stumbled once and nearly fell into his own fire. He was looking directly at her with pure rage in his eyes. She braced herself, trying to understand how or why a man like this would have Tom’s horse and what he was planning to do.
Sarah tried to spit the dirty rag out of her mouth one last time in an effort to scream for help, but it was too late. Broken Horn was upon her. He threw his body on top of hers, crushing her so that she couldn’t breathe. He then lifted a lock of golden hair, drunkenly studying it. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled. Bile rose to the back of her throat, burning. His rancid body odor mixed with his whiskey assaulted her. Her stomach tumbling, her body shaking, she could only watch him.
“Golden like the sun,” he murmured. Again, she felt her stomach clench with a warning. He was looking her over with hungry eyes. His hand slipped between their bodies as he rubbed himself. A moan of pleasure passed through his lips, and she knew it was moments before she would be sick. With a quick motion, Sarah managed to lift her legs up and knock him off of her. As he rolled to the side
“You are needed here. I don’t want the village to get suspicious,” he told him. Crow Feather looked at him oddly. He was about to protest when Grey Fox stopped him cold.
“This is the way of it. We don’t need Stalking Wolf and the others looking for war over two women who may or may not have been taken.” The brothers locked arms, and Grey Fox slipped off into the night to the meadow, meeting Running Deer, who stood with two horses.
***
The hot sun blistered Sarah’s skin. For two days she had been bent over the side of the horse and was offered no relief until at night, when Broken Horn would throw them both off onto the ground and splash them with whatever water was available. Sky Fire whimpered through the gag in her mouth, constantly muttering in Comanche. Sarah felt increasingly ashamed that she did not try harder to understand the language. She was so afraid for Sky Fire—the girl was so young. She tried to console Sky Fire as the horse bounced them painfully over the terrain, but Sky Fire seemed lost inside herself.
Finally, after a few more hours and the darkening of the sky, the man stopped the horse and as usual, then threw the two women down to the ground. Sky Fire let out a yelp of pain and then fell back asleep. Sarah, weakened from lack of food and water, fought to keep her eyes open. Lying flat on her back, she tried to get a sense of where she was. Broken Horn had shoved a dirty rag tightly in her mouth and no matter what she tried, she could not get it to come out. The rancid taste of the material brought tears to her eyes. He just looked at her and laughed at her struggles.
Tonight, she watched helplessly as her captor drank himself into a stupor on the other side of the campfire. Sarah noticed that the man appeared Comanche, but he wore white man’s clothes. He spoke English perfectly. And some of his provisions looked to be new. He took one look at her and then started laughing,
“Oh, Mother Earth, you gifted me with Grey Fox’s mate! What a good day this is for me!” he said, holding his arms wide. Sarah just watched him. Next to her, she heard Sky Fire moaning.
“Your Comanche lover is the one to do this to my face!” Broken Horn shouted as he pointed to the deep scars that ran from his cheekbone to his chin. She noticed those deep scars and wondered what this man had done to Grey Fox to deserve them. Forcing herself not to react to his drunken words, she simply stared at him.
“It’s my turn to have some fun now,” Broken Horn hissed. He took a long swig from his bottle and tossed it aside. As he stood to approach her, Sarah felt her heart begin to slam against her ribcage. He stumbled once and nearly fell into his own fire. He was looking directly at her with pure rage in his eyes. She braced herself, trying to understand how or why a man like this would have Tom’s horse and what he was planning to do.
Sarah tried to spit the dirty rag out of her mouth one last time in an effort to scream for help, but it was too late. Broken Horn was upon her. He threw his body on top of hers, crushing her so that she couldn’t breathe. He then lifted a lock of golden hair, drunkenly studying it. He lifted it to his nose and inhaled. Bile rose to the back of her throat, burning. His rancid body odor mixed with his whiskey assaulted her. Her stomach tumbling, her body shaking, she could only watch him.
“Golden like the sun,” he murmured. Again, she felt her stomach clench with a warning. He was looking her over with hungry eyes. His hand slipped between their bodies as he rubbed himself. A moan of pleasure passed through his lips, and she knew it was moments before she would be sick. With a quick motion, Sarah managed to lift her legs up and knock him off of her. As he rolled to the side
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