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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 12:23:18 GMT -7
Elizabeth let her horse fall behind the others, she was getting tired of the constant slurs and comments from the Colonel and the rich boy. It wasn't her fault her mother had been an Indian. And she was far more educated than either one of them. Hopefully she will be able to escape this stuff when she gets to Oregon, but somehow she doubted that. But at least she had a job lined up for when she got there.
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Post by God on May 10, 2014 12:32:46 GMT -7
MacKenzie rode up to her. "Colonel wants you at the front. Something about Indian spies. Walk softly."
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 12:51:16 GMT -7
"What does he think that I tipped them off or something? Typical racist hick." Elizabeth spurred her horse on to the front of the caravan. It was going to be a long dag she just knew it.
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Post by God on May 10, 2014 12:57:50 GMT -7
When she got there, the other native in the caravan, Woods, was already there. The colonel explained that Indians were sighted ahead, and they were going with him.
After a few minutes of galloping ahead, they came on a valley. The colonel started into it.
"Sir, if the locals are planning an ambush, this would be the perfect place. I suggest we go around and see if they're waiting for us."
"The trail goes through the valley. We scout the trail," the Colonel barked, and continued in.
The outriders only had to travel a few yards up one hill to spy the first Sioux laying behind a sparse bush with an old muzzle-loader. Woods just nodded to him, then directed Elizabeth's attention toward a herd of buffalo. That was their alibi.
A single shot rang out, the local tribesman waved to them, and they headed down into the valley to 'recover the body'.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 20:36:03 GMT -7
"Buffalo? You realize no matter what we say, at least a couple of or 'companions' are going to blame us regardless of us not seeing the ambush. what are we going to say then. ' Well, too bad, he was a bastard anyways'?" Elizabeth commented as she rode next to Woods. She could already hear the accusations, after all she was always the first one to blamed when things went wrong or missing.
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Post by God on Jul 16, 2014 20:42:55 GMT -7
"You mean smith," she surmised as she loaded the colonel onto his horse, "MacKenzie will take care of him. Who else? Jackson? He's already carrying your luggage. Bell? He knows brains when he sees them. You're not that stupid." She led the way back, and sure enough smith was laughed to the back as MacKenzie arranged a hunt.
They took down two buffalo, which were taken care of by woods and Jackson. They continued on until they reached a river. There, while Jackson rode straight across in his wheeled boat and the doctor chartered a ferry, one poor family tried to ford. Their wagon rolled, and their son went downstream.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 21:33:32 GMT -7
Without thinking about it, Elizabeth jumped off her horse and was in the river swimming after the boy. Lucky, she was a very strong swimmer and reach the child quickly. After getting a hold on the boy she quickly swam for the closest bank, hoping the young one would be okay.
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Post by God on Jul 16, 2014 21:39:21 GMT -7
He did, as did his parents, but the wagon was unsalvageable. Jackson took them in and they continued on. A day later, MacKenzie called on lizzy to scout ahead to chimney rock.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 21:41:05 GMT -7
Lizzy looked at him for a moment went he requested that she scout, "Do expect me to go alone?"
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Post by God on Jul 16, 2014 21:45:23 GMT -7
"Take smith with you then."
"What? I..."
"THAT'S AN ORDER!"
"yes, sir."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2014 16:01:41 GMT -7
Lizzy sighed before looking at Smith, "hurry up a get ready to go." Looking back at McKenzie, " you owe me for this."
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Post by God on Jul 21, 2014 19:18:01 GMT -7
The trip was uneventful until they drew within sight of chimney rock. That was when they heard the roaring as a fireball slammed into the top, knocking boulders free, and then careened into the ground.
Smith, overeager as he was to touch the monument, was subsequently crushed by falling debris. His horse barely spared him a glance as it ate.
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