Wrath of the Savage by Charles G. West

Author:Charles G. West
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2014-03-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Lucy Gentry sat at the back of the tipi, her legs drawn up to her chin, her arms wrapped around them, trying to get in as small a shell as possible. The voices of the people in the village carried to her as she cowered there, seemingly unconcerned that she was being held captive by one of their young warriors. She hoped with all her heart that Bloody Hand was feasting on the fresh antelope that the day’s hunt had provided. Maybe if he filled his belly with meat and some of the whiskey that his cruel friend, Lame Dog, had brought back from the Blood village, he might be too sleepy to pay any attention to her.

Her life had effectively ended the day her husband was struck down and she was snatched off her feet by a screaming Blackfoot warrior. She had no idea how many days had passed since she was cast into a terrifying nightmare of scowling, leering Indians, who poked, prodded, cursed, and spat upon her, their faces filled with the contempt they felt for her. She had done them no harm, yet they seemed intent upon punishing her for something. It was too much for her mind to maintain its balance.

At first, she had Myra Buckley to help her hold on to her sanity, but now Myra was gone, maybe dead. She had not seen or heard of her since they were separated at a village on some river. Who was the more fortunate, Myra or her? She would never know, but she knew that Myra’s fate could not have been worse than hers. Purchased from her captors by a Piegan warrior, who had an insane desire for her, she was certain that there was no greater hell than the one she had fallen into.

She had screamed and almost fainted when he came for her. One of the most feared warriors in the Piegan village, he was a vile-looking man with only one ear. On the left side of his head there was only a hole where his ear had been before being sliced off by a Lakota warrior’s hatchet. On his left shoulder, there remained an ugly scar where the hatchet had struck him after it severed the ear. Bloody Hand had earned the respect of his fellow warriors when he opened the Lakota warrior’s belly with his knife. The severed ear, dried and shriveled, was still worn on a rawhide cord around Bloody Hand’s neck. The thought of it was enough to cause her to shiver.

After one night in the Piegan village, Lucy had abandoned all hope of rescue. How could anyone find her? The village would be moving in a few days. Convinced that she could not endure the abuse from Bloody Hand, as well as that from his mother, Dark Moon, she decided that she would take her own life. That resolution was more difficult to accomplish, owing to the lack of means to effectively kill herself quickly. She was never allowed to use any object that might inflict damage on her or anyone else.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.