Against Her Will

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the story of a young Native American woman who heard her tribal cheif planning to take war on the colonists.

Submitted: November 12, 2010

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“These white faced newcomers do not fight with honor!” Kino shouted to the bellowing crowd, who cheered their approval. “They come with weapons of iron and fire, weapons unheard of to us, unnatural. They steal our land, burn our crops, after all we did to help them survive! We must find justice!”
She had heard enough. She ran, ran from her village, from her people. Running from all she had ever known. Her thing black hair streamed out from behind her and her black eyes shined with tears, of joy or sadness, she wasn’t quite sure.
She reached the first few houses of the New England town, and was spotted by the armed sentries.
“It’s one of the Indians! Shoot her!” One bellowed, and she turned and saw the flash of fire, and felt the burning and blinding pain in her side. She crumpled to the ground, trying to crawl to the home of the one she needed to speak to. “Still got some fight in her, I see. What’s the problem.”
“Tribe… war… warn… people…. dead…” She said weakly. It took the soldiers a while to process what she said. When they realized, they panicked.
“We should take her to John.” One said, picking her up in his arms. They took her to the town center where the town meeting was being held. “John, this Indian says that her tribes planning a war.”
John looked down on her face, and recognized it immediately.
“Kinta, what happened to you?” He asked his lover gently. She looked up at him with a faint smile.
“They didn’t know me, John. I have been shot. But this is not the time. I fear my time is short as it is. I am dying. But this is what I must tell you. My tribe is coming, and they are going to attack. Do not let them. They will surely die! Please John, promise me!” She begged.
“Whatever you say, darling.” He muttered. She gazed up at him fondly.
“Thank you.” She said. Then, she fell limp in his arms, and was dead. One of the men stepped forward.
“What did she say sir?” He asked. John looked up with a determined look. He stood, leaving Kinta lying on the floor.
“She said, we prepare for war.”


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