Trail 0f Fears (Native American Heritage) by Sara R. Turnquist

Author:Sara R. Turnquist [Turnquist, Sara R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance, Women's Fiction, Victorian Era, 19th Century, Forever Love, Bachelor, Single Woman, Love Possibility, Frontier-Pioneer Era, Cowboy & Western Romance, Hearts Desire, American West, Clean & Wholesome, Christian Stories, Faith Based, Inspirational Reads, Love Inspired, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Honesty & Trust, Home & Family, Lifetime Love, Romantic Schemes, Love-Family & Forever, Action & Adventure, Family & Domestic Life, Young Child-Brother, Small Town & Rural Area, Native American History, Native American Heritage, Multicultural, Reservation, Missionary
Publisher: Clean Reads
Published: 2018-07-19T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Creek War of 1836

ARTHUR GREYSON SETTLED into his chair in the parlor and reached for his pipe. As he did so, he looked into a dark corner of the room. A place where a shadow fell. Did he notice the lone figure there? The one who had been in the parlor when he came in?

The elder Greyson jumped up. His face paled as if he feared a ghost lurked beyond his vision. “Good Lord, who are you?”

“It is I.” Gawonii stepped forward.

Arthur squinted his eyes in the dimness. Could he then make out the shape of the Cherokee warrior’s face?

“Oh. You scared me!” Arthur placed a hand over his heart.

Yes, it should be that he and his people were in fear. Not the other way around. Instead, Gawonii offered a slight smile. “Did not mean to. Only like to look out window.”

“That is one of my wife's favorite views as well.” Arthur settled back into his chair.

The wife… Lillian… had a good eye. This view of the flowers was beautiful. Adsila planted mostly foodstuffs—things they could use. Not many flowering plants. “Garden is nice.”

“Thank you. I'll pass your compliments along to the gardener.” Arthur pulled out the morning paper and opened it.

Gawonii grunted. Gardener. They did not work their own land. How curious. He came to sit on the large, rather wide seat near Arthur's chair. “News?”

Arthur lowered the paper. “Yes, this paper has the current news of the day. Do you have a paper in your village?” The man smirked. Was he doubtful? Thought the Cherokee so uncivilized?

“Yes. Cherokee Phoenix. Good paper. Miss it.”

“Oh.” Arthur’s features betrayed his surprise.

Gawonii enjoyed the moment.

“If you'd like,” Arthur offered, opening the paper wider, “I can read to you. Fill you in on the news, as they say.”

Gawonii allowed an eyebrow to rise. Would this paper be different? How so? “Yes. Thank you. Would like very much.”

Arthur cleared his throat. He looked over the paper for several moments. Then he turned a page. Did he think Gawonii incapable of understanding some things? Just as the Cherokee was about to reconsider the man’s offer, Arthur began to read.

“Secretary of War Lewis Cass has dispatched General Winfield Scott to end the violence in Alabama by relocating the remaining Creek Indians to west of the Mississippi River. Cass feels that…”

End the violence by relocating the Creek. It read as if the violence had been caused by the Creek. Gawonii grunted.

“Did you have something to add?” Arthur asked, already seeming a little guarded.

What to share? What to keep for his own consideration? Did any of it matter? Could he change even this one man’s opinion? He sighed. “They go to force Creek to relocate. Creek not go willingly.”

“What makes you say that?”

Did the man not see it? “Creek fight for land. They not wish to go.”

Arthur tilted his head and seemed to consider it for a moment.

Could he not see the truth of Gawonii’s words? The Creek fought for their land. Only as white speculators and squatters moved in on their land, had there been violence.

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