Little Warrior: Boy Patriot of Georgia (Patriot Kids of the American Revolution Series Book 2) by Geoff Baggett

Author:Geoff Baggett [Baggett, Geoff]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-26T04:00:00+00:00

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An hour later the men were finished with the grave and made their way back to the Hammock cabin. Frank and Lewis had a roaring campfire going in addition to Milly’s cooking fire. Wappanakuk was “helping” Milly with the cooking, but from the exasperated look on her face he wasn’t being very helpful, at all. The boys beckoned Robert and the soldiers to join them beside the fire. Within minutes the men were smoking pipes, telling stories, and laughing. Moments later Wappanakuk joined them. They were all in a strangely joyous mood after such a physically difficult and death-filled day.

Suddenly a scream pierced the air. It echoed through the forest to the west.

“What was that?” the sergeant exclaimed.

Milly came running around the corner of the cabin. “Robert, I heard a scream. Is it the Indians again?”

“That sounded like a woman!” one of the other militiamen replied.

“Might have been a wolf,” volunteered one of the other soldiers.

Wappanakuk shook his head. “No. That was most definitely human. It sounded like a woman to me, as well. Somewhere to the west.”

“We have to go and see what it was,” Robert declared.

Another scream, somewhat weaker than the first, came from deep in the woods. Everyone’s eyes grew wide.

“I’m not going out in those woods,” one of the soldiers replied.

“Me either,” echoed another.

Wappanakuk stood. “Robert, Frank, Lewis … come with me. We will search. Bring your weapons. You soldiers stay here and guard the cabin.”

The four men grabbed their rifles and trotted off to the woods to the west.

“Let’s spread out some,” Robert suggested. “About fifty yards between us. Keep sight of one another.”

Wappanakuk moved to the far left and Frank and Lewis moved to the far right. They all walked carefully, rifles at the ready. They strained to listen.

Lewis’s heart was beating fast. He felt the rush of danger, much like he experienced the night before. He gripped his rifle tightly and continued through the underbrush. After he had traveled about a hundred yards he heard something off to his right. It sounded like a moan.

“Over here, Frank!” he hissed. He veered in that direction and then slowed down.

They came to the edge of a large depression in the forest floor. Frank and Lewis were not prepared for the sight that greeted their eyes in the bottom of that depression. There, with arms and legs wrapped around and tied to a small tree, was a young Indian girl.

The girl’s eyes met Frank’s and widened in fear. It looked like she was about to scream, but her eyes suddenly rolled backward into her head and she collapsed to her right. Her body dangled haphazardly beside the tree.

Lewis cupped his hands and yelled back to his left, “Papa! Wappanakuk! You’d better get over here!”

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