1. Lakota Love


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Tigger1972, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    the private got to the tree. The private would have good cover behind the tree, but he wouldn’t be able to stay there forever and Gavin was patient. The private didn’t know where the shooter was, but he knew the report had come from the north. He assumed the shooter was in the cluster of rocks at the top of the hill. Probably a damned Sioux brave he and the sergeant had missed while following this group. He had good cover, but if the shooter came down the hill, he would be vulnerable. He and the sergeant had gone AWOL from Fort Laramie two weeks prior, so there was no help coming for them. If he could make it to his horse, he might have a shot at making it out alive. Gavin watched the tree intently. The muscles in his arms were on fire, holding the rifle steady. The Kentucky long rifle was only ten pounds and the support of the rock helped ease some of the weight. Nevertheless, holding that position was starting to take its toll. The private dashed for his horse. He fired to the north indiscriminately, hoping to cover his run, but Gavin was way out of the revolver’s range. He followed the soldier’s run, leading him by a few yards trying to take the soldier’s speed into account. He squeezed the trigger once more and the trusty old rifle roared in response. Gavin wasn’t sure he hit the soldier at first. He was still running. After a few steps, the soldier stumbled and fell lifeless in a pool of his own blood. He slung his long rifle, grabbed his Henry and started quickly down ...
    the hill. The girl was still tied and was trying to crawl away from the gore. At a brisk jog, Gavin made it to the bottom of the hill in just under two minutes. The girl had crawled slowly about twenty yards. She was still dazed from being hit by the sergeant and sobbing uncontrollably. Gavin rushed to the girl’s side. He put his hand on her shoulder and she spun on her back wide eyed. “Omakiya ye!” She screamed, shrilly, “Ayustan ye!” “Sh, sh,” he tried to console her, “It’s ok.” She continued struggling. She didn’t understand that Gavin was trying to help. This was Sioux territory which meant she was probably speaking Lakota. Growing up in the east he had learned some Cherokee and during the Mexican war he learned a lot of Apache, but in Lakota, he could only remember one word and he hoped it was the right one. “Okopesnian,” Gavin said calmly, “Safe. You understand?” The girl collapsed on her back, weeping, but relaxed. She understood him. Gavin meant her no harm. He set his rifles down. The girl was still upset and anything could be seen as a threat and he didn’t want to startle her into a fit again. He pointed to his Bowie knife and then to her hands which were still tied together. He then made a sawing motion with his hand against the rope. She nodded in understanding. Gavin pulled the knife from its sheath and cut her bonds. He fully expected her to make a run for it. He wouldn’t have blamed her and he would have let her go. Instead, she flung herself into his arms and ...
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