Going West (Open)

[havenly2010]

It was an exciting and frightening time for Annabelle Smith. She was the only daughter of a blacksmith, one Gordon Smith. She was his prize and joy and was just of marrying age. Annabelle, her mother and father, and six older brothers, had grown up in a small town outside of Savannah, Georgia. It was time for them to move west though with the prospect of cheap land and a new beginning for the Smith family. Annabelle also had an arranged marriage to the mayor's son of a small town in California. She had received many letters for Archibald and pictures too, and was nervous about this arrangement. She didn't know if she loved Archibald, but her father had told her she'd learn to love him and give him the greatest gift a woman could give: children.

The journey had be long. They had packed up their entire house in two covered carriages and been gone for a little over a month now. They had passed the great Mississippi River on a boat. It had been an exciting time for the 18 year old. Her strawberry blonde hair had blown in the wind has she held onto the rails of the boat. Her frame was small, some thought fragile. She had definitely gotten her mother's petite frame where as all of her brothers but Samuel had gotten the blacksmith build their father had. She had a tiny waist that was shown off in her slender cotton dresses.

Her eyes were as blue as the water had been in the Mississippi, and her lips full and plush. Their preacher had said she was always a unique girl, God had made her especially to test the whims of man. But she was intelligent too. Always was in charge of keeping her father's books in check and did much of the money managing. She'd make a good wife one day her father always told her.

Today was a dreary day. It had rained much of the morning and her father didn't want to admit it but they were a little lost. They had finally gotten to the plains of the West, but knew they still had mountains to cross before getting anywhere close to the great territory of California. It was eerie quiet as the sun started to set. Her father decided that they would set camp for the night and Annabelle got down from the wagon to start getting things together to cook supper. The night was chilly and something in the wind did not feel right.

OOC: Plot is a pioneer's daughter is taken in the middle of the night by an Indian Tribe. She's terrified of the tall tanned savage at first but eventually learns to like him, and maybe even love.

 

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[havenly2010]

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[TimberRattler]

Akecheta patted his pony's withers and urged the animal to keep silent, as he and his band of six Brûlé Sioux watched the camp in the valley below in the dying light of the sun. The wasicus were foolish to travel in so small a group, hadn't anyone warned them of what was out here? Apparently not. Now the pale ones would pay dearly for their hubris. Akecheta watched for a bit longer, he only counted three men of fighting age. The rest were women and children. The white men may have guns, but they would have the element of surprise. He considered killing everyone and rifling the camp for anything of value, when he saw her. The girl was of child bearing age, and the most alluring creature he'd ever seen. He had to have her. He made his intentions known and signaled the war party to ride forth.


Their ponies pounded down the hillside at break neck speed, as they drew upon the camp , Akecheta let out a whoop that would make even the bravest man's blood go cold.

 

[havenly2010]

Annabelle shot up when she heard the whoop. She had been asleep in the wagon with her mother. Her hair had been let down for the night, it was normally up in a bonnet as custom would have it. Her mother told her to stay down but she heard her father and brothers grab guns. The whoops became louder. They had to be indians. They were the savages and all the stories of them were awful.

After a few seconds her father stuck his head in the wagon. "Get out of here. Run." Gunfire when off and something grazed over the wagon. Annabelle's mother helped her down the wagon. As she started to go towards the field she saw an indian go for her brother. With axe held high he brought it down on her brother's skull. Annabelle screamed as she saw her brother being taken down. She was paralyzed. She didn't know what to do. But in that moment she did was she was told to do: run.

 

[TimberRattler]

The Brûlé made short work of the defenders. Their leader's scalp hung from Akecheta's belt. He was cleaning his knife when movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention, it was a girl. It was THAT girl, the one he'd come to get, and she was escaping through the field. He swung onto his pony and gave chase with a laugh and a wild animal noise.. He whistled and called to her as the horse easily caught up to her

"Hey pretty one, where do you think are going?"*


He wheeled the pony to a stop directly in front of her. The crow feather and horse hair war bonnet added to his already impressive natural height and mounted up he must've seemed like a giant as he glared down at her. He tell by the look in her eyes that with his face painted red and black and his torso daubed with the same colors he looked positively terrifying. This bright a crooked smile to his lips.

 

[havenly2010]

Annabelle heard the whoop and call of the indians. She turned back only to find one of them on their horse and right behind her. As he turned in front of her she halted. She backed up away from him, thinking to run in the opposite direction but it was no use. She looked back at their camp ground, her family murdered by these wild savages.

"Hey pretty one, where do you think are going?"

Her eyes darted up through her long hair that had spilled out over her face. He spoke English. It was uncommon for indians to speak her language. She wrung her wrists as she looked for someplace to escape. There wasn't anywhere to go. Annabelle fell to her knees.

"If you're going to kill me get it over with. You've already killed the ones I love."

Her words were quiet, barely heard by anyone with bad hearing. Tears were streaming down her face as she knew this would be the end of her life. She would not get to marry Archibald, have his babies, and live happily with him. She would not get to see her father or brothers ever again. This was it.

 

[TimberRattler]

He slid off the pony's back and stalked towards her.

"If you're going to kill me get it over with. You've already killed the ones I love."

He paused and wrinkled his brow. His command of the wasicu tongue was still a bit limited. Had she just threatened him? No, she was asking if he meant to kill her like the rest of her people. Akecheta laughed heartily; he seized her by the wrist, and dragged her up on get tiptoes do she stood face to face with him. He smiled a hungry smile, showing even, white teeth.


"You afraid, girl?"

 

[havenly2010]

"You afraid, girl?"

Annabelle trembled at those words. His fingers on her tiny wrist were like fire. She tried to not show it but she was terrified. She didn't know what this Indian wanted from her. She gave him a look of pure hatred. She was not going to let this savage know how she really felt. She spat in his face, trying to give him enough surprise to run. Her skirts were in the way and she tripped as she started to run. She tried to get back up, but knew it was know good. She tensed her muscles trying to get ready to swing at him. She was not going down without a fight.

"I am not scared of you." She yelled this through gritted teeth.

 

[TimberRattler]

The girl spit in his face, catching him off guard and allowing her to slip from his grasp. Her escape was short lived as tripped over her own skirts. The Brûlé howled with laughter as she picked herself back and yelled something. All he understood was "not afraid". She began to swing as he approached her again. She had spirit, he liked that. He kept moving towards her causing get to back pedal right into the waiting arms of another warrior. Akecheta approached her and ran a calloused hand over her breasts and buttocks. Yes, a fine prize indeed. He grabbed get by the scuff of the neck and frog marched her back to the waiting pony. He threw her across the withers and mounted up behind her. Once the rest of the men were ready he have a kick to the animal's flank and they sped off, into the night.

 

[havenly2010]

Annabelle fought the savage her grabbed her. The one who had taken so much interest in her had violated her body. Touching her breasts and rear end was a sin of God and she would not have it, but she knew she wasn't going to escape, at least not right now. If she got the chance she would try to later.

As she was hoisted up on the indian's horse had tears coming down her eyes as she looked back at her murdered family. It would be the last memory of her mother, father, and brothers. It was not a pleasant memory, one no one should have of those that they love. She rode on the horse like that for a while. The man had ahold of her so she wouldn't fall but it was very uncomfortable for her to ride this way. She'd rather be riding behind him instead of her backside being shown to all. He had humiliated and violated her and she didn't even know his name. To be quite honest Annabelle didn't want to know his name.

After what seemed like the longest ride of her life they finally got to the place where the savages must have lived. She saw the teepee like houses set up all over the place. Annabelle looked up through the strands of her hair. There were a lot of natives in this camp. It wasn't going to be easy to get away. Annabelle would stick out like a sore thumb here. They finally came to a stop and he got off his horse. He pulled her down too. He was much taller and larger than her tiny frame. She hung her head in surrender for the time being. Annabelle hugged herself as she was taken through the village. Whoops and cries of victory could be heard from all directions as she was taken through the village. She didn't know where she was going, but she felt defeated.

 

[TimberRattler]

Akecheta took the girl to his dwelling. Once inside he lit a small fire, and looked her over again. Her form was pleasing , and his mouth watered. He wished to take her now, but restrained himself. He would not force her, the wasicu girl would come to him in get own time. Still there was no sense in making it easy for her to escape. He casually reached out and tore her clothes from her body. She must have been in shock for she made no move to stop him. Once she was naked she recovered her senses quickly, and only have him a moment to view her charms before she covered herself and began yelling and cursing at him. He pointed to a buffalo robe pallet on the floor and said "you will sleep here". He then arranged a few objects around the interior do she could not sneak out without waking him. He look back to see get still standing there naked and fuming. Confident that she was going nowhere tonight, he undressed, put out the the small flame, and laid down to sleep.

 

[havenly2010]

Annabelle was shocked when he led her in his tent. Even more shocked when ripped her clothes from her own body. After the few seconds of shock she covered herself up. Tears were down her face as she looked around the tent, anywhere but him. She couldn't believe this. She couldn't believe this savage. But he didn't force her to do anything. He just pointed to the bed and said "You sleep here."

As he laid down she still stood there. She wondered if she'd be able to escape but seeing how he placed things in front of the doorways so she knew he'd wake up if she tried to escape. She shivered. The night was starting to become cold and Annabelle didn't know what to do. She saw that there was no where for her to sit or lay down. She would have to lay down next to him.

Walking over she grabbed her dress he had ripped from her body. She held it to her body, holding onto the last of her civilized self. She didn't know what to do. Taking up the courage she walked over to the bed. He had left a space for her to lay down next to him. He was naked himself and Annabelle averted her eyes from him. Annabelle had never laid her eyes on another naked man. It was against her beliefs as a Christian woman. But she was freezing.

Pulling every bit of courage she had, she laid down beside him. Tears had been coming down her face but now she was crying, softly weeping. She didn't want to wake the huge naked man laying next to her. She eventually fell asleep, but it was done by the amount of tears her face. She laid there curled up, holding onto her clothing.