Mail Order Bride: Captured Hearts: a Clean Western Historical Romance (Mail Order Brides of Gold Creek Book 6) Read Free Page B
Author: Emily Woods
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her eyes, Mollie saw something that she had only read about in storybooks. In fact, she had quite lost sight of the fact that people such as these existed outside the realms of fiction. The view of them was quite a sight to behold and fear shot through her heart as she regarded them.
There must have been nine or more of them, though there was no time to count. One or two women and the rest men, with reddish brown skin, colorful markings painted on their faces and arms. One man sat atop a horse, his headdress adorned with feathers and hanging down to his waist. None of them smiled and the men who carried sharpened spears that pointed up to the sky thrust their chins out in a way that made her stomach flutter with fear.
“Oh… oh… sorry” she stuttered. “I thought you were someone else. Well, goodbye.”
She backed away from them slowly, then realized she did not know where on earth she was going. Figuring that dusk was nearly falling and her best bet would be to try and get back to Ira’s house, she turned in all directions, trying to work out where she had come from. The indistinguishable mass of trees gave her no clue as to where she needed to go, but she decided to simply take off in any direction. As long as she was away from these people who looked hostile and strange to her, that would have to be good enough.
Picking a random direction, she began to sprint as fast as her legs would carry her, but within moments, she heard the leaves behind her crunch under many sets of running feet. Looking back in terror, she saw that they were chasing her and gaining ground extremely quickly. She made one last attempt to outrun them, using every ounce of strength left in her body to pull ahead, but it was to no avail. Within seconds they surrounded her, all their eyes upon her.
She struggled and kicked and flailed her arms as she tried to push her way out of the circle they formed around her but was prevented by the muscular arms of the warriors.
“No! No!” she hollered. “No!”
However hard she lashed out against them, they managed to overpower her with ease, never once deviating from their calm demeanor. By the time they started to drag her away she had tired herself out, expending so much energy in her futile fight that she flopped limply into their arms for a moment before gathering up some last scraps of energy to resume her flailing.
“Let me go!” she yelled.
They ignored her cries and one of the women even began to sing, a haunting melody that scared Mollie witless. As they dragged her through the forest, her mind ran wild with the terrifying possibilities of her situation. Perhaps they were to take her back to their camp to slaughter her. Maybe to rape her. Or to force her to marry the chief? Perhaps they were preparing to burn her at the stake or to slice her into tiny pieces and serve her with their evening meal? Dread gripped her soul and reenergized her limbs, her fight increasing in so much intensity that two additional men were required to gain control over her.
“Help!” she screamed. “Ira! Help!”
She hoped that her cries would echo back from the mountains and all around the ranch, sending Ira galloping toward her on horseback, ready to save her life and to slay her evil captors. Instinctively, she knew her screams could not penetrate the forest and her panic increased further.
“Ira!” she hollered. “Please!”
Tears of terror fell down her face as she prayed to God to spare her from this fate so terrible. She lost her strength again as her body was racked with sobs. When she opened her eyes she saw the Indians taking glances at her, their faces creased with concern, and felt a little hope. Perhaps they knew they were in earshot of someone and that she might be rescued, after all.
They led her into their camp, a large clearing in the forest that held perhaps three dozen teepees, and many of the group dispersed, including the important-looking man on horseback. Having totally run
There must have been nine or more of them, though there was no time to count. One or two women and the rest men, with reddish brown skin, colorful markings painted on their faces and arms. One man sat atop a horse, his headdress adorned with feathers and hanging down to his waist. None of them smiled and the men who carried sharpened spears that pointed up to the sky thrust their chins out in a way that made her stomach flutter with fear.
“Oh… oh… sorry” she stuttered. “I thought you were someone else. Well, goodbye.”
She backed away from them slowly, then realized she did not know where on earth she was going. Figuring that dusk was nearly falling and her best bet would be to try and get back to Ira’s house, she turned in all directions, trying to work out where she had come from. The indistinguishable mass of trees gave her no clue as to where she needed to go, but she decided to simply take off in any direction. As long as she was away from these people who looked hostile and strange to her, that would have to be good enough.
Picking a random direction, she began to sprint as fast as her legs would carry her, but within moments, she heard the leaves behind her crunch under many sets of running feet. Looking back in terror, she saw that they were chasing her and gaining ground extremely quickly. She made one last attempt to outrun them, using every ounce of strength left in her body to pull ahead, but it was to no avail. Within seconds they surrounded her, all their eyes upon her.
She struggled and kicked and flailed her arms as she tried to push her way out of the circle they formed around her but was prevented by the muscular arms of the warriors.
“No! No!” she hollered. “No!”
However hard she lashed out against them, they managed to overpower her with ease, never once deviating from their calm demeanor. By the time they started to drag her away she had tired herself out, expending so much energy in her futile fight that she flopped limply into their arms for a moment before gathering up some last scraps of energy to resume her flailing.
“Let me go!” she yelled.
They ignored her cries and one of the women even began to sing, a haunting melody that scared Mollie witless. As they dragged her through the forest, her mind ran wild with the terrifying possibilities of her situation. Perhaps they were to take her back to their camp to slaughter her. Maybe to rape her. Or to force her to marry the chief? Perhaps they were preparing to burn her at the stake or to slice her into tiny pieces and serve her with their evening meal? Dread gripped her soul and reenergized her limbs, her fight increasing in so much intensity that two additional men were required to gain control over her.
“Help!” she screamed. “Ira! Help!”
She hoped that her cries would echo back from the mountains and all around the ranch, sending Ira galloping toward her on horseback, ready to save her life and to slay her evil captors. Instinctively, she knew her screams could not penetrate the forest and her panic increased further.
“Ira!” she hollered. “Please!”
Tears of terror fell down her face as she prayed to God to spare her from this fate so terrible. She lost her strength again as her body was racked with sobs. When she opened her eyes she saw the Indians taking glances at her, their faces creased with concern, and felt a little hope. Perhaps they knew they were in earshot of someone and that she might be rescued, after all.
They led her into their camp, a large clearing in the forest that held perhaps three dozen teepees, and many of the group dispersed, including the important-looking man on horseback. Having totally run
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