1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


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

    muscles were exposed, rippling over his chest and stomach. Only a small trail of dark hair traveled from his belly button down under his buck skin trousers. He looked at my hand and brought his own down to rest over mine. He held it there, flat against his skin for a long moment before moving both to my chest. “Elsie.” My name coming out of his mouth sounded like pure silk running over my naked body. I felt a chill race over me as I looked up into his eyes. “Yes, I'm Elsie,” I said, my gaze holding his. “Now, what is yours?” I asked as I brought our hands to his chest again. "Ma ȟ p í ya S á pa, ” he finally said. "Ma ȟ p í ya S á pa,” he repeated, before he moved our hands to my chest again. “Elsie.” I tried several times to say his name, but his words were simply too hard for me to form. Patiently, he repeated it again and again, but to no avail. Then he smiled and pulled an elk hide from his bed roll. It was a rusty red in color and he pointed at it, repeating the words "Ma ȟ p í ya S á pa.” In a moment, understanding dawned and I smiled brightly. "You are Red Elk! And I ’ m Elsie,” I smiled and a wide and happy grin appeared on his weathered face. “Red Elk... Elsie,” he said again, seemingly tasting the names together, just as I had done a moment before. Next, I had to find a way to ask him where I could bathe. I had no idea how to go about asking him. Instead, I reluctantly let go of his hand and went seeking for a nearby pond or a river myself. I knew that with no ...
    husband or family to lean on, I would have to depend on my own wits. Leaving my stuff behind, I wandered around, not wanting to go too far away from camp. Red Elk watched me leave, but said nothing as I went. He must have had some idea of what I had in mind. That, or he simply didn't care if I just left on my own. I thought perhaps, that since he'd gotten me safely away from the others, he didn't feel a need to keep an eye on me anymore. It wasn't long before I found a stream. The slowly moving water curved through the land and passed through a grove that I felt would be thick enough to give me the privacy I needed. The water looked cool and refreshing and offered a pleasant escape from the sun as it beat fiercely down upon me. Undressing, I tried my best to keep covered, and I ripped along the bottom half of one of my skirts to use as a wash cloth. With a quick glance around, I slipped into the water, hopefully without being seen. It was like heaven, relaxing in the soothing water as I listened to the wind pass through the trees surrounding me. The soft sound of animals skittering through the wooded area became apparent and for the first time since the attack, I felt at peace. I listened to the sounds of nature, not as an observer, but as if I were actually a part of it. I was resting in the water, taking my time as I tried hopelessly to wash away the lingering smell of smoke from my hair. The horrid scent seemed cling to me, as if refusing to let me forget the tragedy I'd been ...
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