Jane Book 1
Author's Note
This story is dedicated to all the Daniel Boone Fans out there. It is the first installment of the Jane Series, and my first fanfic. I do welcome feedback of any kind, good or bad it is wonderful to hear from the readers. Obviously trying to keep the story accurate is very hard due to the lack of accuracy in the show itself, but if you find something that you want to tell me about feel free to do so. With that in mind I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it.
P.S. I do have finals coming up so the second book may be a few days away, but the more I hear from you the more I will be inclined to write.
Enjoy...
Chapter 1
"One, two, three..." the small white haired boy's voice rang out loudly among the gentle sound of the creek behind him. "Four, five six..."
Reckon' we better get goin' Mingo." The tall frontiersman whispered into his half Cherokee half English friend's ear. The native nodded and together they disappeared into the woods.
"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen," The boy was growing impatient, he fought the urge to remove his hands from his eyes and run after the two men. But then he remembered all the times his ma and pa had lectured him on the importance of telling the truth and keeping your word. And with that thought he focused his attention on counting. "Twenty-one twenty-two, twenty-three..."
Daniel saw many places he could hide. He had been in this situation before, chased by Shawnee, British soldiers, and even sometimes his own wife. He smiled as the thought crossed his mind. The tongue-lashing she had given him when he finally returned to their cabin would have been enough to scare off the whole of the British army. Though this time it was different, instead of being chased by men bent on capturing or even killing him, he was being pursued by his son. He watched Mingo duck behind a rock and decided to lay behind a fallen tree. Though this would never have shielded him amongst his more formidable pursuers, but it would suffice for his son.
"Twenty-nine, Thirty!" Here I come I bet I can find you lickety-split!" Then all was silent. Daniel felt a wave of pride wash over him as his son moved through the bushes with little to no sound. Just as his pa taught him to. All of a sudden he was attacked.
"I gotcha pa!" The young boy yelled with delight.
"Congratulations Israel, you have accomplished in a day what the British army could only dream of doing." Israel looked up to see the familiar form of Mingo beaming down at him.
"I got you too." Israel retorted a smile spreading across his face.
"Well Mingo looks like we've-"
Is-ra-el Boone! Dan was cut off by a loud noise coming from his cabin. It could only be one thing. Becky.
"Why I have half a mind to tan your hide good. You come here right now and finish your chores." Rebecca's hands were in that familiar spot, planted firmly on her hips.
"Awww Ma..."
"You come here right now young man."
"Go on son. You better get those chores done before your ma takes a mind to whup ya." Daniel's tone was firm but understanding. Israel hung his head and slowly walked toward the cabin.
"And don't think I don't see you up there Daniel Boone." She called from the porch.
"We're commin' Becky." The big man answered. His wife tapped her foot as she began to instruct the boy on what he was to do.
"You know Daniel." Mingo couldn't hide his laughter. "If I didn't know you better I'd say you were afraid of your own wife."
"Mingo," Daniel side glanced at his wife still standing on the porch. "I am."