1. Resisting Fate - Part Two of Three


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    you'd know. Now stop. Just breathe and let me do this.” Without missing a beat, I leaned down and began to suck the venom from his wound. I sucked and spit several times until I was satisfied I got the poison from his ankle. I then wet a cloth and cleaned his wound before tying a dry cloth around his ankle. If he was like my brothers, he'd be out of it for a day or two, if he made it past those days, he would be fine. By then, he was passing in and out. I struggled to get him back to our camp. He was heavy and I had to almost drag him most of the way. I knew it could have been a lot worse. We made it back by the grace of God and I helped him into his bed skins. I knew it was foolish of me to do, but we still needed food. So, I took his bow and ax and went in search for food. It was mid-afternoon by the time I got out and found another buck. It was smaller than the one Red Elk and I found, but it would serve its purpose. My hands shook with fear. I didn't want to be out any longer than I had to be, but we needed this meat. Otherwise it would be all pointless. Once he woke up, he'd need to fill his belly. With slow, contemplating breathes, I steadied my hand and pulled back on the bowstring. I counted to three, before releasing the arrow. I watched it whistle through the wind and then make contact with the buck. It hit right under its shoulder and into the rib-cage. I watched as it stumbled for a moment, before falling. I quickly went to it and took my knife, slitting its ...
    throat to finish him off. I let him drain, before dragging him back home. By the time I reached camp, I wanted to drop dead onto the bed skins and sleep, but I knew I had to finish the job. It was on me and I wasn't about to let this meat go to waste. Not with everything I've gone through to get this far. I felt proud of myself and couldn't wait to hear and see what Red Elk thought... *** I do not remember much of that day. We had been hunting in a low valley, tracking a buck. I was careless and paying too much attention to Elsie when I stepped on the snake. My father would have beat me raw for being so foolish, and before I could move, it had pierced my leg with its fangs. Afterward, Elsie sucked away the venom. I was more afraid that she would be poisoned in turn, but she seemed very sure of her skill. Somehow, she got me back to camp. I was out of my mind the next few days. I remember only images of her gazing worriedly over me while she cooled the fever from my skin, or feeling her body keeping me warm in the cold of the night. I was hungry and thought I would have to wait for food, but somehow she killed a deer and put fresh meat on the fire. Its scent was the first thing that pierced the fog in my mind. I also remember how I felt that night when I realized my Elsie, my crazy white woman, had saved my life. That night my strength returned as did my manly desires. Once again, Elsie brought her mouth over me, sucking my hardness in a way that made my heart run wild like a ...