Unknown Native American is on the run from a couple of colonists in the late 1600’s.
I ran past the tall trees with great confidence that I had escaped. Overjoyed I let out a soft chant. After a couple of sprints I stopped at a bush. I sat down undoing the tied feather from my long black hair. My clothes were very sweaty. I took 2 deep breaths with a smile spreading across my face. “I’m free!” I yelled as my words echoed through the forest’s leaves. Just when I was about to get back onto my weak feet, I heard it. The steady footsteps of a running determined man. “No…” I told myself before making a swift roll to the behind of a tree. My face scraped against the mossy bark as I peeked from behind my hiding place. I saw the white man with his gun and musket that hung deep in his holster. He was waving the gun around in direction of the forest. My first thought was that he saw me, but a second peek clearly destroyed that thought. The colonist’s head was turned slightly to a direction that couldn’t be seen if you were behind the very tree I was. All I could conclude was that he was talking to someone. My hands trembled on the ground. They shook with sweat jogging down my wrists. My fingertips brushed a small stone that I hadn’t noticed until that moment. I grabbed the stone as a last resort. I was trapped anyway so it was all I had. My bow and arrow packet was way back in my home village. I stood up, easing up agaisnt the bark of the tree. The stone was tightly gripped inside my palm. With what was like a flash in movement, I twisted alil to the left and lunged the stone in a straight direction. The white man’s partner was struck in the shoulder. He tumbled to the ground in shock. The gunman on his right pointed the shotgun he had at me. The man pulled the trigger once with the bullet jumping from the barrel. I left out a big scream before falling to the ground. With I gripped my bloody chest with both hands as my life seemed to start fading away.~
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