Another Excerpt from:
A lot has already. happened to Cassie and her son while traveling to Wolfkeeper's home
Today's read starts at the arrival to The People's village.
Dread of the unknown filled every pore of Cassie’s body. The grip around Wolfkeeper tightened. She could not count the number of tepees. The sounds of excitement filled the air as news of the group’s return spread. Dogs barking, people’s voices, and the expectation of children’s shouts reached her ears. The noise of the Peoples excitement grew louder around the returning warriors, Cassie’s panic grew with it.
Could the man in front of her feel her trembling?
Even though she didn’t know what to expect, she did not expect these many people.
Terror edged its way up her spine. Three of the braves went in separate directions. Wolfkeeper and the brave with her son remained together. Making their way slowly through the camp. Many people greeted one or the other and sometimes both warriors. A slender woman approached them. Both men halted their mounts before her.
‟Welcome back, we are glad to see you and all those with you who have returned are safe and well.” The woman said smiling up at them.
She was young but not a child, Cassie thought. She seemed nineteen or twenty years old. The Indian woman was pretty, she decided. Her pleasure and excitement over seeing them seemed genuine and more personal than the others. Cassie wondered if the man in front of her and the young woman were possible related maybe, even his wife.
"Wife of my brother I accept your true words of welcome.” He responded. Cassie observed the woman whose voice sounded almost like music when she spoke.
Wolfkeeper’s sister-in-law's greatest wish was to have a child. Three times she carried children, but none of them were ever born alive. The heartbreak was destroying her. Naturally, her husband Eyes-like-eagle also grieved over their losses. However, no longer, now this gift will restore joy to them.
The Wolfkeeper continued. “She-who-weeps, you will no more weep.”
His arm extended toward other warrior. “Give my gift to her.”
Prancing Bear dismounted and handed the small bundle to the woman.
Wolfkeeper spoke again.‟See your son, and be She-who-weeps-no-more.”
Finally, Cassie’s brain clicked into gear. She started to try to climb down, but the man in front of her had gripped her arm that was around his waist and she could not move an inch. She started to scream for him to let her go to her son. Her breath stopped when a searing pain run up her arm. Wolfkeeper had her wrist in a bone crushing vice like grip.
‟PLEASE, Let me go, please.” she pleaded as tears poured down her face.
‟Silence and stay still.” He barked at her. The paralysis had already reached her shoulder. The pain was still growing. Cassie understood his intent and barely whispered yes. She had to make the extricating pain stop......
**pictureLee Bogle-Close To The Heart. Limited Edition Print (Paper)
Thanks for sharing Cassie's ordeal...Although I'm sure there much more she'll have to accept that will tear at her heart..
You can find out today Wolfkeeper's Woman is on sale...
If your enjoyed you visit please be sweet and send a tweet or hit any share button that strikes your fancy...
An excerpt from the first Chapter:
I hope you enjoy.
Cassie smiled when the two grown men started running. On seeing them scramble breathlessly up the hill apparently another contest had begun. At first, they ran neck and neck then suddenly, Todd fell. She started to laugh thinking he decided to be funny. He liked to cut up and would do so often.
When Todd didn’t rise to continue the race Cassie grew a little concerned and wondered if he had injured himself. She heard Frank shout something at her. Her husband now began to move faster up the hill toward their cabin.
He didn’t run fast enough. He collapsed not twenty feet from her. His arm reached out in vain to warn her. Instantly, the sound of laughter died in her throat. She watched a red stain spread rapidly across the back of her husband’s blue-checkered shirt. Three arrows protruded from his back as he lay unnaturally still.
The noise became deafening. Hoots and hollers from the attackers amplified as they echoed off the nearby hills. Each shattering the serenity of her once peaceful valley. It took all Cassie’s effort to keep herself from cowering due to the piercing clamor, and to tend to the events happening before her eyes.
As she stepped off the porch her legs failed to carry her. Cassie started to screech an eerie sound as she sank to the ground. The shrill noises that came from her were a cross between a hungry wolf in pain and the roar of a ferocious bear.
The unearthly screams of despair caused the hair on the back of attacker’s necks to prickle. It stopped the warriors cold in their tracks. They grew quiet and listened to the anguished cries. However, their assault hesitated only for a few moments.
Timothy, the couple’s two-month-old son, disturbed by the turbulent events happening outside responded with howling sobs of his own. Raising her head she listened and recognized her infant son’s cries. Cassie hesitated in deciding whether to help Frank as he lay dying, if not already dead, in the dirt or go to shield their child.
The infant son that son lay inside the cabin in the handcrafted cradle especially made for him. It kept him warm and safe, until today.
Cassie unconsciously counted the raiding party it consisted of five warriors. Turning her head toward to the cabin, staring at it, she understood there would be no time to think of a plan of action; only time for reaction. She had no choice, but to try to save him. Forcing her legs to move through some until today untapped inner strength she stood up.
Precariously, she began to climb back up the steps onto the porch. Knowing in truth, she would not be able to protect either of them. In one surprisingly fluent motion she entered her home and swept her beloved offspring into her arms.
She turned to discover that one of the braves had followed her inside. Her eyes filled with terror. Frozen, she stared at him. After watching a sneer form on his lips, as her vision locked on to the marks painted on the warrior’s face.
There were five dots under one eye. Only, they were not just dots they resembled teardrops. Her gut wrenched, knowing those were not tears for him, but tears of his victims and soon possibly her tears.
The knife blade in his right hand seemed to glow as the sunlight danced reflectively off it.......
NOW on sale at Amazon:
Maybe Cassie's home looked like this.
Next bring you glass and sit a spell.
NOW on sale at Amazon:
A little reminder...have safe weekend.
OH...Goodie you stopped by. I hope you enjoy your visit. This week's excerpt was difficult to figure out what to use. For you first time visitors there are other excerpts on the site covering the opening chapters.
So far: Clint has kidnapped his stepbrother George's fiance. After keeping her hidden for a couple of months he seeks his revenge on George.
In the late afternoon, as the warmth of the day began to recede, they arrived in Madison. Never having been there before, Samantha turned side to side with wide-eyes trying to see everything. On one side of the street there was a general store, a bank and a saloon.
The opposite side held a barber, feed store and another saloon. Further down the block she noticed the marshal’s office, a dress maker and a saloon. Across from that was a dinner hall, blacksmith and another saloon.
The next section contained an apothecary shop, a doctor’s office and yet another saloon and a large stable that also sold leather goods.
Samantha smirked and sarcastically said, “What no saloon on this end of town?”
“Sorry, didn’t hear you, what?” Clint replied as he apparently wasn’t been listening to her.
“Never mind. You wouldn’t get it anyway.”
At the end of the main street of the town was the railroad station. For a moment Samantha quizzically thought Clint might be headed there, but he turned left instead.
He stopped in front of the town’s hotel and pulled the buckboard to a halt then wrapped the reins twice around the brake handle. The noise of people exiting the hotel drew her attention. Samantha gasped as she recognized one of the men as George.
“Hello, George,” Clint said loud enough that everyone there stopped and turned in their direction to see who spoke.
George pulled his gun. When he looked up, Clint’s gun was already aimed at him. The man’s eyes swung to Mac on his horse who also had his Colt .45 aimed at him.
“What you want, Clint?” George asked re-holstering his weapon while he replaced his hate-filled sneer with an insincere grin.
“I think I got som’em of yours.” Clint leaned back, so George could see the woman his large frame had hidden from view.
“Samantha!” George moved to go to her, but the sound of two guns being cocked stopped him cold in his tracks.
“Uh ugh, let Smithy there fetch the lady. You stay right where I can see ya.” Clint held his weapon steady and waved his free hand toward Smithy as he spoke.
George nodded the go ahead to Smithy. The tall skinny man moved quickly down the steps and around the wagon to where Samantha sat. As he began to assist her off the conveyance, she turned and said her last words to Clint.
“Bastard, you’ll pay for this.”
He retorted in a strange tone, “I’m sure you’re right.”
The man led her up the steps toward George. He held out his hand to her. However, just before they could reach each other the man in the wagon announced loudly so all could hear him. ...........
So until next time- Ya'll have a safe weekend.Thank you for poppin in.
Please share by pushing th share buttons and if you like to follow the blog,That would be great too.
Ps The Stepbrothers.. is now on sale at a reduced price $ 1.99