1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    tried to force myself to love him. I even thought of letting him have me despite my lack of love, but I dared not. Something inside me wouldn't allow it. I just didn't know what that something was. Now he'd been taken from me, murdered in front of my eyes. These wild men gave not a second thought to slitting his throat. He was hopelessly overpowered. No matter how big or strong a man is, four to one is almost impossible odds. He knew there was a chance of Indians coming. We had dealt with them before. The savages had taken from our gardens or stolen a horse now and then. My husband always made sure I hid in the root cellar whenever these men came. This time, they wouldn't be satisfied with a few tomatoes or a pig. They wanted blood and blood is what they got. Then, just when I thought all of my concern for my life and my virtue was wasted, a handsome, dark skinned man came galloping out of nowhere and into the horrific smoke filled, blood stained yard. With deadly accuracy, he slaughtered the evil men who destroyed my home and killed my husband. The man was joyous in his victory and his native whoops and calls filled me with fright. He held out his hand and spoke to me. I didn't understand. Fearing for my life, I ran, desperately trying to escape, only to trip and fall to the ground. I expected him to be on me, but instead he laughed and his eyes were full of humor and amazement. He didn't seem at all interested in hurting me. I watched as he gathered supplies, still thinking ...
    he might do to me those same things as the other's had planned. When once more he held his hand, I began to understand he was trying to help me! What else could I do? Who else could I have hoped to depend on? It was insane, but I had no other choice. Getting up from the ground, I brushed off my dress the best I could. There were some things I couldn't part with, and I made him wait while I picked through the remains of my life. It might have seemed foolish, but these were things I'd brought from France and they were all I had left of a life that was now gone forever. Then came my husband's body. Seeing him lying in the dirt broke my heart, and I knew I could not leave him like that. With tears flooding down my face, I struggled with the heavy pick, trying with all my strength to dig a proper grave for a man who had treated me with such dignity. My efforts seemed hopeless. The ground was hard and I could barely turn it at all. That's when the Indian took the handle from me and dug the grave himself. Later, with that handsome man on his horse's back, I tried my best to mount my own. I am a good rider, but I was exhausted from the pain and heartache, and I was too shaken to lift myself onto the horse. I noticed the warrior watching me, almost laughing as I fell. I had no strength left, and was almost in tears when he finally climbed off his horse and came to mine. With surprising ease he lifted me onto its back and placed the reins in my hands. Mumbling to himself, with words I ...
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