Chapter 4

He took another step the spurs jingled on the back of his boots. Little Hawk leaned back against the post glaring at the man. Her teeth shown as bright as a wolf’s fangs.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Samuel spoke in a soft voice as his hand reached out. Her dug into the wet earth and then she tossed flesh mud onto the sleeve of his shirt. “Okay, I understand.” He backed away. He stood up straight and reaching inside his vest. A loaf of bread landed in her lap. “You need to eat it’s a long ride to tomorrow.” Little Hawk began eating as he walked away. Then she spoke in her language as Samuel mounted on his horse. “You’ll be fine about a kind rancher will but you.” He rode off she watched until she could no longer see his horse in the darkness.

Little Hawk felted a hard tug on her arm, the man John dragged her over to one of the horses. “Get on you Indiana.” She finally mounted onto the horse using only her legs. John held the roped that was connected horse Little Hawk rode. It was still early morning the suns rays’ barley reaching over the tops of the trees.

The two little girls that Little Hawk had seen yesterday ran out of the cabin, they waved their father off and gave the Indiana a farewell of the unkind sort. Placing their hands on their hips and sticking their tongues out Little Hawk gave them the same reply. The girls covered their faces as if they were about to be spit on, and then ran back into the house screaming. After the door shut Little Hawk smiled at her winning the battle with the white children, she opened her mouth and spit where they were standing.

By the time they reached the reservation the sun was already in the highest point in the sky. She eyes looked around the area Indiana’s of all tribes were here.

“What!” John shouted another horse and rider stopped in their path. “Samuel! Why don’t you go back to Wyoming with your uncle?”

“Your brother?” Samuel questioned, “You leave her here she will die.” Samuel protested.

John pulled his pistol from his holster. “Boy your about to learn you place.” He crocked the gun. Little Hawk saw military men coming out of their tents to see what the problem was. She then looked at Samuel with a worried face and spoke even if he couldn’t understand her.

Samuel signed turning his horse to the left and walking pass them, John smiled and put his pistol back in the holster. Samuel tugged on the reins his horse stopped a foot from Little Hawk. “I’m going to be in big trouble if uncle finds out about this.” He whispered. He kicked his horse turning around again as he flew pass Little Hawk he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his horse.

“Damn you!” John shouted firing his gun and racing off after them. Samuel slide back onto the horse’s rump, she could sit in the saddle and cut and ropes free from Little Hawks hands.

“Here!” He gave her the reins then turned and began firing back at his father.

The horse raced around though the small tepees and huts. Women and men darting every direction not wanted to get hit the flying hooves that passed buy them. Samuel reloaded his gun and fired again. He could see the military coming up from behind John. “Go faster!” He shouted. She whipped the horse with loose reins she saw the gates that lead out of the reservation.

“Come on! Horse!” John yelled as the two pulled away soaring pass the wooden gates into the greenery of the forest.

It was several miles before Little Hawk stopped the horse and gave it a pat for its hard work.

“Shit.” Samuel said, “It’s going to be hell to get to Wyoming now.” Little Hawk rubbed the horse’s sweaty neck. Samuel dismounted and took and reins from she hands and lead the horse deeper into the forest not prior to saying, “Good work Scout.” He patted the  horse between the ears.