Author's Note Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman. The rights to those characters and to the show belong to the creators of the show, to CBS, The Sullivan Company and to A&E.
Set towards the end of Season 6, after The Homecoming. However all the episodes after that one are obsolete with this story.
Warning: Due to the nature of some aspects of this story I would advise anyone who may be squeamish to read with caution. There are graphic descriptions of various types of punishment, which are necessary for the story. This is only a warning, as I want all my readers to enjoy it.
The Consequences Of Trust
By Rachel
Part 1: Heartsong's Cry
Monday 10th May 1872
As they sat together in the dwindling evening light, staring out into the picturesque land that was their home, their safe haven, Michaela turned towards her love and said what had been on her mind all evening "Sully, I'm worried about the baby."
Being instantly drawn out of his own daydream, by the frightened voice of his heartsong, Sully started to rub her back soothinglysomething that he couldn't have dreamt of doing a short while ago, and spoke softly in an effort to reassure "I know ya are, and I can't say that I'm surprised with what you've been through. We'll see Andrew in the morning I promise, okay?" Although Michaela still hadn't told him everything that had happened to her, he knew the value of reassuring her, especially now when she was three months pregnant.
Seeing the acknowledgement of her fear reflected in his eyes made Michaela calm slightly, bringing his hand to her lips and gently kissing each finger in turn Michaela simply said, "Thank you" and leant into his embrace, where she knew she would be safe, at least for now anyway.
As Sully continued his caresses he felt Michaela begin to shiver as the temperature dropped, knowing that her catching a chill or worse at this stage would be disastrous, he pulled back and lifted her chin sot hey were eye to eye and said, "We'd best get ya inside in the warm don't ya think?" With a nod in agreement Sully pulled them both to their feet and led the way into the homestead.
As he closed the door, he felt Michaela shudder and he instinctively knew that sleep was going to evade her tonight as it had every night since it happened. Dimming the lights downstairs Sully held Michaela close and led her up the stairs to the safety of their bedroom.
Closing the door Sully felt Michaela relax slightly and he hoped that this change in his heartsong's demeanour would last the night, but he doubted it. Watching her carry out the nightly routine filled Sully with such differing emotions, on one hand he was in awe with her sheer beauty, despite everything, but on the other hand he knew the inner turmoil that she went through every night, when she had to undress for bed.
When Michaela turned and saw Sully watching her, as he did every night, tears sprung forth from their fragile barrier. With a single "Help me Sully", Michaela was buried in his loving embrace once again. Upon hearing the words "Come on let's go to bed", which were whispered lovingly in her ear, Sully could feel Michaela's body tense, but she dutifully followed knowing that there was no point in refusing.
As they started to drift off to the land of dreams Michaela's mind once again turned to the incident that had shattered their lives in more ways than one.
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Monday 10th April
It was about one month ago now and Sully was away on a surveying trip, he was due back soon and had left Matthew and Brian in charge of taking care of Katie and Michaela.
This particular day started out much like any other. Matthew and Brian had attended to their chores and ensured that the wagon was hitched for their Ma, after which they helped Michaela get ready for her full day at the clinic. As soon as everyone was set the whole family headed into town, and their duties for the day.
Michaela entered the clinic with Katie on her hip as usual, placing her bag on the desk and putting her daughter in her play area Michaela began to think about what was scheduled for today. Realising that her first patient wasn't due until midday, Michaela decided to use the quiet time to catch up on some paperwork.
Just as she began to complete her charts there was an urgent knocking at the door, upon opening Michaela was surprised to see a soldier, Private John Williams from the Reservation. Feeling the hairs on her neck start to rise Michaela stepped back and admitted the Private into the clinic. Once inside the soldier cut to the chase and informed Michaela that there was an injured Indian and another soldier, Sergeant Ian Johns who was also injured in the woods. Apparently they had been caught fighting and the Sergeant John's gun had gone off, causing severe bleeding to the Indian.
As Private Williams neared the end of his story, he could see Michaela becoming more agitated so he decided that it may be better and more fortuitous if he just simply came out with the request, so expecting her to turn him down Private Williams asked Michaela if she would be prepared to accompany him back to the woods to treat the injured.
He knew perfectly well that Michaela would have no choice as her oath as a doctor didn't allow her the ability to choose what patients she treated and which one's she didn't. However he waited for her reply and when she said, "Alright Private Williams, let me just find someone to watch my daughter and I'll meet you at the livery." Satisfied that his request had been accepted Private Williams nodded and left to wait for her at the livery.
Picking Katie up from her play area Michaela carried her over towards the Gazette where she hoped to be able to find Dorothy, and then ask her if she could mind Katie until Matthew and Brian returned. Not really doubting that Dorothy would object as she adored Katie Michaela entered the Gazette and was greeted warmly by her friend. Knowing that time was of the essence Michaela asked Dorothy if she would mind taking care of Katie, the response was an affirmative as expected.
Kissing her daughter goodbye Michaela returned to the clinic to gather supplies for the trip and the unknown. Upon entering Michaela quickly did a mental checklist of all the items that she may require. Placing them all into an empty crate that she kept for such emergencies Michaela made one final check and made to leave the clinic. Just before closing the door she had a sudden thought, Brian and Matthew!! They would worry about her if she didn't leave them a note, so taking a page out of her notebook Michaela wrote; Matthew and Brian, I have been called away on an emergency. Not sure when I'll be home, but don't worry. Katie is with Dorothy. I love you both, Your Ma. Securely placing the note on a nail on the door Michaela exited the clinic, and walked over towards the waiting Private and her wagon.
As she approached the Private curiosity was beginning to take over from the anger that had been present when she was first told of the incident. Michaela knew that she had to try and ascertain further information while on her way out to the injured, after all without this knowledge she would be unprepared to treat the subsequent injuries. Well that was what her doctor's mind was telling her, at least.
When Private Williams saw her coming laden down by supplies he immediately jumped down from his horse and assisted in the loading of the wagon, all the time thinking to himself that this is going far too easily. Helping Michaela into the drivers seat, he jumped back upon his horse and said, "Follow me, it will be about thirty minutes, alright?" With a "That's fine Private" from Michaela they set off, out of town and towards an unknown destiny.
As they travelled along the dirt tracks that led away from town Michaela tried to discover what had happened and the extent of the injuries, however Private Williams was not very forthcoming, in fact Michaela thought it decidedly odd that he didn't appear to be that concerned or informed about the incident that he had been sent to get help for.
After they had been travelling for what Michaela felt was about twenty minutes they arrived at a fork in the road private Williams pulled his horse to a halt and turned to Michaela and said, "I'll take over from here Dr Quinn it is easier for me to steer." Although Michaela felt it a little odd, she did as he requested and handed the reins over to his control.
Shortly afterwards Private Williams turned off the road and onto a steep, extremely rocky path which Michaela didn't believe she had seen before, or at least been on before. Knowing this made Michaela begin to feel decidedly uneasy with the situation, but still believing that she was fulfilling her role and duty as a doctor, she kept quiet and trusted the Private.
As the scenery changed to thicker, more dense wood the wagon was brought to a halt and the Private jumped down, turned to face Michaela and asked "We are here. Would you like to be helped down?" Holding out her arms in response, the Private assisted Michaela down from the wagon and went around to the back to retrieve the supplies.
Wondering where she would be taken next Michaela was relieved to see the Private turning back towards her, however when he just grunted "Follow me Dr Quinn and keep up we haven't got much time" the uneasy feeling in her gut returned but this time it was stronger. But again she had no real reason to doubt the intentions of the soldier; she just merely nodded and set off behind the Private, trying her best to keep up as he strode into the dark wood.
As they progressed on the un-known journey, as Michaela was thinking of it her mind turned to her family and to Sully. He had always taught her to trust her instincts and through that natural ability that she possessed she had learnt how to protect herself. The knowledge of listening to her environment he had taken a pride in teaching her, and it was this awareness, that Michaela was relying on now. Matthew and Brian were another reason for her to feel a sense of pride. She had taken them in, along with their sister Colleen, when Charlotte had died over six years ago. At the time it had been the hardest thing that Michaela had done, but now it was the most fulfilling by far. Michaela knew that despite her note, Matthew especially would be concerned, as he had taken on the role of confidant and protector in Sully's absence. Michaela hoped, that for once he would actually listen to his own instincts, and not what his mother had said, for she feared that before the day was out she would be in need of her son's help.
Bringing her attention back to the situation that she was now presented with Michaela called to the Private and asked if they could take a break, when he turned towards her and gruffly said, "Sorry Dr Quinn, but it's best if we keep going, it's not far now anyway." As he spoke this Michaela fully realised for the first time just how far away from help she truly was, and what's more just how frightened she was becoming.
As they neared a clearing Michaela could detect the presence of someone watching her, feeling slightly on-guard she continued on until her gaze fell on the two wounded lying on the ground with blood everywhere. Immediately kicking into her doctor mode she asked the Private to place the supply box by the stream, which he did without question.
Turning her attention to the injured, Michaela quickly assessed the soldier and discovered that his condition was not as serious as she had been led to believe, a fact that should have caused her to relax not tense up, but somehow Michaela knew that this had been the situation all along, and the more she thought about it, the more she realised that Private Williams had used his comrade's injury as a ploy to get her to attend to him. The reason for this as yet was unclear.
Knowing that her job as a doctor was not finished yet, Michaela moved to assess the Indian, unfortunately she discovered that she was too late; he had died from his wounds. With anger building and tears in her eyes, at the loss of yet another innocent Indian, Michaela turned to Private Williams and asked him to help her move his comrade to a more comfortable position, once completed she set to work stitching his knife wound and setting his arm, all the time thinking of when the killing was going to stop and just what this soldier really wanted with her.
Having watched Michaela all the way through her treatment of the casualties, Private Williams almost felt sorry for her, as he knew what was going to happen next. She really did care about her patients despite the reasons behind their injuries, she didn't judge or mistreat, this fact really caused Private Williams to almost feel a sense of admiration, but he knew better than to get caught up in sentiment, he had a job to do, and that was almost done. There was just one more small matter to take care of and then his role in this would be over.
Having finished her work Michaela stood and stretched her aching back and glanced at the Private, saying with hope in her voice, which wasn't carried through her body, "I believe that my work here is finished. I believe that it is time that you took me back to the wagon so I can go home."
Taking a deep breath the Private looked Michaela in the eye and said, in a voice full of menace "Thank you Dr Quinn for your attentiveness but you won't be going anywhere, at least not yet." He could see the fear mount in her eyes and knew instinctively that it was now or never. Looking her directly in the eye he spoke in a tone which left no room for arguing "There is someone that wants to see you…NOW!!"
As soon as Michaela started to say that she wasn't going anywhere, Private Williams abruptly slapped her across the face. The last thing that she remembered before passing out was a chilling laugh. Bending down to tie her hands and feet, after blindfolding her he picked her up without a care and throwing her seemingly lifeless body roughly over his shoulder Private Williams, followed by Sergeant Johns, preceded to the secret rendezvous point, where his job would be over and Michaela's life would change forever.
Leaving the supplies where they lay, the two soldiers strode off, not caring for their hostage. Within ten minutes they arrived at their horses and Private Williams tossed Michaela over the front as if she was a sack of flour. Jumping up behind her he kicked his horse into a brisk canter, wanting to try and put as much space between their evil ruse and themselves as possible.
As the rode along towards their camp and Michaela's assailant Private Williams heard her begin to stir, keeping a firm vice like grip on her, he slowed his horse to a trot and told Michaela not to try anything or she would get more than a slap next time.
As Michaela heard what he said she was trying desperately hard not to throw up, the movement of the horse plus her position and the fear of what was happening to her, was causing problems of their own. Put together with an un-known assailant and an uncertain outcome, making a fight of her position was the least of Michaela's concerns.
Suddenly Private Williams abruptly drew his horse to a halt, closely followed by Sergeant Johns. Jumping down and pulling Michaela off the horse he once again chucked her roughly over his shoulder, while talking to someone in the background. Michaela was trying to detect whose voice it was, she knew that it was the Sergeant's or the Private's so she assumed that it belonged to her captor or captors.
Assuming by now that her assailant was also a soldier Michaela tried to work out who might hate her enough to do such a heinous crime as abducting her. Then it suddenly came to her. There were only two men that were evil enough to do this. Dealing with just one of these despicable men Michaela knew that her life would be made deplorable, but together there was no end to what could and probably would happen. As the shock wore off their names were ringing loud and clear in her mind. General George Armstrong Custer and Colonel Chivington! Their names sent shivers up Michaela's spine and fear gripped her heart, more now than when she had first met them over six years ago.
Michaela realised that the situation before her now, was a good deal more complex and dangerous than treating the wounded, as she had been led to believe. She knew that if her hunch for even one of the perpetrators identity was right then she was indeed in danger, and alone. She would have to be extremely cautious if she were going to get away with her life, and get home to her family and to Sully.
As Private Williams arrived at the waiting wagon, and clumsily dumped his cargo in the back, he turned to the mystery guest and said with evil laughter in his voice, "Here she is as promised. She's all yours now." With that he turned and strode back to his horse, knowing that his part of this evil plot was done.
With both the Private and Sergeant now out of eyesight Michaela's blindfold was removed, as that happened she was hauled to a kneeling position so that she was almost in a begging pose in front of her captor. As soon as that was done Michaela realised that her worst scenario had come true. Standing in front of her was her nemesis; one of the most evil soldiers that Michaela believed existed. General George Armstrong Custer was towering over her, and by the look on his face, there was no doubt that he was thoroughly enjoying this payback, which was bordering on torture.
With an evil sneer from Custer and a "We finally meet again Dr Quinn. There will be no rescue this time I can assure you." Custer ensured that she was secure in the back of the wagon, once happy he climbed aboard the wagon and set off towards the encampment, leaving Michaela reeling from side to side as the wagon sped across the rocky terrain.
As the light faded the wagon drew nearer to what Michaela assumed would be her home for the foreseeable future. Ahead of her was a small encampment consisting of a few fires and half a dozen tents. Michaela was slightly surprised at the diminutive nature of the camp, but assumed that there would be more to it than met her eye. Trying to keep a look out for any landmarks or points of contact that may assist her later Michaela was caught off guard when Custer pulled the wagon to an abrupt halt, which sent her reeling backwards with the force, leaning towards her ominously and said,, "Welcome to your new home my dear Dr Quinn." Laughing at his own welcoming speech Custer jumped down and roughly grabbed Michaela, throwing her onto the ground like a sack of potatoes. Shouting at her to get up and move, the two made their way towards the campsite and the evil deeds that were held there.
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As the dark settled in on Colorado Springs there was the normal ruckus emanating from the Gold Nugget and the midnight oil was being burnt in the Gazette office as Dorothy tried to get the morning's edition out.
Matthew and Brian meanwhile had been pacing uneasily at the clinic. They had discovered the note from their Ma and at first had thought nothing of it but now as the evening closed in they were beginning to get more than a little concerned. Matthew knew, as did Brian, that their Ma could look after herself, but he couldn't get away from the knot that was forming in the pit of his stomach. No matter how hard he tried to think logically and console his brother Matthew knew something was very wrong. He was the only person that could save his Ma and that thought scared him all the more. He was no expert at tracking or searching. Yes his Pa, Sully, had taught him the basics that would be needed in case he got lost in the wilderness, but Matthew doubted that these would be enough to track down his Ma's movements. Knowing that there was no choice in the matter, these skills plus his own instincts would have to be enough; Matthew prepared to tell his brother about his plan.
Moving over towards his Ma's desk, Matthew sat down and gestured for Brian to do the same. Waiting for his brother to comply before he spoke, Matthew ran through what he was going to say, all the time wishing that there were some other way of doing this. Once he detected that Brian was settled Matthew began "Brian ya know that Pa left me in charge of the family don't ya?" When a nod was received Matthew continued, "Well I think something's happened ta Ma. I need ya ta stay with Grace and Robert E so ya can look after Katie." When a slow nod was given from a panic stricken Brian, Matthew finished "You'll be okay little brother. I'll set out at first light. I'll bring Ma back don't worry."
Although Brian knew that Matthew was right with what he said, it was his job to take care of his little sister, who lay sleeping peacefully in her crib upstairs, he still wished that he could do something more pro-active to help Matthew. So approaching the subject with caution Brian asked his brother "Ain't there nothing I can do Matthew? I'm not a baby." Looking at Brian with sympathy in his eyes Matthew moved so that he was on the same level and spoke from the heart "I know ya wanna help Brian but you'll be able ta help Ma more if ya stay here. When I bring her back she'll need her little Brian. You understand?" Although Matthew took a risk using the phrasing he did, he hoped that Brian would see the significance of them, and by looking at the softening on his brother's face it was evident that he did. With a final nod and an "Alright I suppose so", from Brian, the plans were set. Realising that there was nothing more that could be done until morning the boys went upstairs to try and get some sleep.
Tuesday 11th April
It seemed to Brain, who was the first to wake when the sun hit the slightly open curtains of the recovery room, that he had only just gone to bed. Momentarily surprised as to his location, the occurrences of the previous day came flooding back, and with that the knowledge that Matthew would be setting off soon. He was still feeling more than a little peeved that he had been told to just watch Katie. While that was an important job, Brian was thinking of his own plan that could help with the rescue of his Ma. He had lain awake for hours last night thinking of what he could do to try and discover the identity of the perpetrators. Realising that he wasn't actually as useless as he had been feeling, Brian decided to use his expertise in newspapers to uncover what was going on. He knew that it had something to do with the Army, as Michaela had been seen riding away with a soldier, whose name Robert E believed to be Williams. Seeing this as his first lead, Brian decided that he would send a telegram to the War office to track down the name of the unit that this Williams served in. Hopefully that would then set the ball rolling. Hearing Matthew stir in the adjacent room Brian rubbed the sleep from his eyes and rolled out of bed ready to greet whatever the day would throw at them.
As the boys and Katie left the clinic to inform Robert E of their plan, or should that have been plans as far as Brian was concerned, either way Robert E needed to know what was happening. As they approached the Livery, they weren't surprised to see Robert E firing up the furnace to start the day's workload.
Seeing the boys approaching, Robert E knew instinctively that they were going to tell him that at least one of them was going after their Ma. He would of course allow them to actually verbalise it, but he also knew that they probably wanted Grace and him to care for Katie, which neither would ever mind, as she truly was an angel and never any trouble.
Upon reaching the stable yard Brian placed Katie down so that she could run and pet the horses, her favourite occupation when her Ma wasn't around. Brian couldn't conceal a small smile as he saw what antics his little sister was getting up to in the hay. It almost made this whole sordid affair go away when the innocent laughter of a child could be heard in the deserted streets. Forcing his mind to return to the present, Brian looked up at his brother and waited for him to speak. Not really wanting to delay neither this discussion nor his departure Matthew took Brian's hint and said, "Mornin' Robert E. We need ta talk to ya." Noting that he had Robert E's attention Matthew continued "I'm going out today ta find Dr Mike and I need you and Miss Grace ta watch Katie and Brian for me."
When a small smile crossed Robert E's face, Matthew was slightly confused, but waited for his father's best friend to speak. After a small pause Robert E began, "I was wondering how long it was going to be before you told me that. Sure I'll watch Brian and Katie. I wish that I could go with you," seeing Matthew getting ready to jump in Robert E finished, " but yes I know you've got to do this alone. I'll get Scout ready and get the supplies from Loren and Grace. And don't you worry none you'll find her, and Brian and Katie will be fine." Relieved that there was nothing standing in his way, Matthew nodded his thanks and patted Robert E on the back as he left to attend to his errands. The Sully trio in turn returned to the clinic so Matthew could gather medical personal supplies. Matthew hoped that there wouldn't be cause to use any of the supplies, but the ever-tightening knot that was forming in his stomach told him otherwise.
Shortly before the start of business, approximately nine o'clock, Matthew and Brian stepped on to the porch of the clinic and awaited Robert E's arrival. As if by reading their anxious minds Robert E turned the corner with Scout ready for the trip ahead. Pulling Scout to a halt and loosely tying his reins around the hitching ring, Robert E turned to Matthew and spoke tenderly but sincerely "Watch yourself out there, I know Sully taught you well but just be careful alright. I'll take care of the homestead and the animals for you so don't worry about that. You'd better get going now before Hank and Jake see what's going on, the last thing you need is those trigger happy idiots with you." Chuckling at his last statement Matthew nodded and reached to un-tie Scout and haul himself into the saddle. Reaching down to pat his brother on the shoulder he said a final "see ya and don't worry" and sped off out of town in the direction that his Ma had taken.
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After recovering from her very unceremonious arrival at the encampment and having had an extremely uncomfortable, fitful, restless sleep, Michaela awoke to sounds of rifles being cleaned and checked, in the tent beside hers. Looking down at her restraints Michaela was reminded once again of the severity of the situation. She was sitting on the floor of the tent, heavily chained, both her hands and feet were shackled to a ten-inch chain, which went around her waist and was then attached to the main support pole. There was no way of standing or even moving and she really needed to relieve herself, and this was something that she was definitely going to be unable to achieve on her own.
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that Custer was not planning a nice time for her, and there was no way of escape. For only the second time in her life she was totally dependant on outside help for her rescue. Unfortunately unlike the time before when she was abducted by Dog Soldiers, Sully had tracked her down, and ultimately saved her. This time she feared would be different, after all no one knew where she was and what's more Sully wasn't even due back for another two days. She was completely on her own, and that thought terrified her, she was beginning to think and feel that she may never get out of this alive. Hearing a movement outside her tent and seeing the flap begin to move, she braced herself for what was to come. However the visitor wasn't whom she was expecting, it was the same Private that had coerced her into coming on this trip in the first place, Private Williams.
Without even looking her in the eye Private Williams hauled her to her feet. Once upright he unlocked the chain around her waist, which had cut in to her delicate skin when she was forced to stand. With no words spoken, Michaela began to wonder where she was being taken, although she feared that she already knew the answer. As they started to walk, or shuffle in Michaela's case, as she was still shackled, towards the tent opening Private Williams abruptly stopped, turned, and spoke with such venom in his voice that it made Michaela shudder, "The General wants to see you and he wants you clean!" In one way that left Michaela feeling thankful that she would at least be able to relieve herself, but on the other hand she couldn't help but be puzzled at the sudden, uncharacteristic change in attitude from Custer. Not willing to let this opportunity pass, for she feared that another might be a long way away, Michaela merely nodded her acknowledgement and they continued to exit the tent.
As the Private led her down to the creek where she thought that she'd be able to wash up, Michaela was in for a nasty surprise as the Private picked her up and literally hurled her into the freezing water. As a scream of shock echoed around the camp, the response was just laughter from all the soldiers as they saw the good lady doctor struggling to keep afloat. Knowing that his fun was nearly at an end the Private waded into the water and pulled a now dripping Michaela out. Ordering her to carry out her business with no privacy, Michaela was as embarrassed as she had ever been, but she knew that it was wiser not to argue or request anything, just at the moment. Instead she swallowed hard and did as she was bidden. Upon finishing the Private took her by the arm and almost marched her over to the General's tent.
Calling out before he entered the Private shoved Michaela through the opening so that she fell on her hands and knees, grovelling before her captor. After Private Williams had left Michaela attempted to stand but was pushed down by General Custer who really was enjoying the defensiveness that he had managed to create within Michaela in such a short time. Peering down at this shivering creature that knelt at his feet Custer stood up and spoke with derision lacing his voice "I see that the Private helped you to clean up. I know how ladies such as yourself abhor feeling dirty." Chuckling at his own sardonic humour he continued with the pleasantries, "Dr Quinn I hope that you slept well?" Not waiting for an answer, and not really caring one way or the other, he continued, "I suspect that you are wondering what you are doing here? Well it is simple; you have done nothing but scupper my plans for a complete Indian annihilation since I got here. You have got me re-assigned and very nearly discharged. You and that Indian loving husband of yours have caused me nothing but pain. Dr Quinn it has come to an end now! You will pay, and pay dearly for what you have done."
Michaela was left stunned and relieved at Custer's declaration, she knew that he disliked her and hated Sully, but she truly hadn't expected this level of animosity. Hauling herself upright, surprisingly an action that didn't meet resistance from Custer. Once balanced Michaela spoke slowly and precisely so as not to be misunderstood "General Custer while I would like to thank you for your warm hospitality, I do find it lacking some of the basic requisites. However I am prepared to over look this fact, as I have slept in worse conditions before. I must admit that my curiosity was beginning to get the better of me so I am pleased that I now know why I am here." Seeing a look of glee cross the General's face Michaela took a deep breath, straightened up and finished her speech with the sound of Custer's threats ringing in her ear, "But I am afraid that you will be disappointed General Custer, you really are a despicable human being and an evil soldier, if you think that by threatening me you will exact some sort of revenge on my husband and our friends, then you are sadly mistaken. Sully knows that I would give my life for our friends, and for him, so it really is futile you holding me."
Although Custer wasn't totally surprised at the courage and eloquence of her speech, it did little to impress. In fact Custer decided that it might be time to actually show dear Dr Quinn a little of what he had in store for her. So taking hold of her arm as tightly as was humanly possible, causing Michaela to wince in pain, General Custer took her outside of his tent, into the area where the soldiers were relaxing and stood facing his men. Once he had their attention, he turned Michaela to face him and spoke to the crowd, "Dr Quinn seems to think that it is futile her being kept here. She seems to believe that by my holding her hostage nothing will be done and my plans will be for nothing. I ask you now, my comrades, is she right, do I make empty promises and threats just for the sake of it?" With a resounding "No sir" coming from all of his men, Custer turned back to Michaela and spoke directly to her, "You see Dr Quinn what I said is what is going to happen regardless of how much you protest, you will pay, and payment starts now."
With fear beginning to take a hold on Michaela's heart, and the knowledge that Custer hadn't been swayed at all by her impassioned speech, Michaela wondered what he had in mind. She didn't have to think about it long as Custer released his hold on her arm, reached up to the collar of her thin, soaked blouse, and ripped it from her body, leaving her in just her equally wet camisole. Not leaving Michaela the time to feel embarrassed at her new state of undress Custer followed his earlier actions with a swift, hard slap across her face, which sent Michaela reeling backwards. With laughter now echoing around the camp Custer beckoned for Private Williams to take her back to her tent, before Michaela was out of ear shot Custer bellowed, "Maybe this will teach you not to doubt my word, if you do it again then your punishment will just get worse I can assure you." Struggling to walk after the shock of being slapped, Michaela turned to him and simply said,, "It will take more than that to break me General Custer, you should know that better than anyone." With that she was hauled away and the chain re-attached around her waist. Once alone Michaela allowed the tears to come, only then did she allow herself to collapse and succumbed to another episode of restless sleep.
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Matthew had made good time and he was now heading away from Colorado Springs, following what he believed to be his Ma's route. There had been plenty of signs for him to follow, due to the fact that Michaela had taken the wagon and the Private had taken his own horse. There had been no rain over night so all the tracks were fresh and easy to spot. Constantly in the back of his mind was the prospect that he may be too late. Reprimanding himself for thinking the negative and allowing himself to get distracted, Matthew surveyed his surroundings in the manner that Sully had taught him over the years. Looking at the branches of the trees, the birds in the sky, the grass on the track, anything that may speak of a disturbance of nature, and anything that may speak of Michaela's whereabouts.
Having decided that he was on the right track, but noting that the sky was darkening, feeling that a storm was on its way, Matthew set up camp under some Pine boughs. Hoping and praying that the storm would be short lived, as he knew tracking would be near impossible without any visible traces to follow, Matthew lit a fire and waited it out.
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Having left Katie with Miss Grace, Brian set about acting on his plan. The first thing that he had to do was telegraph the war department, so heading over to see Horace at the train station, Brian tried to work out what to say. Finally as he reached the hatch of Horace's office, he had decided what to send, so dictating it to Horace: General Eli Parker, War Department, Washington…STOP…Urgent…STOP…Need help…STOP…Dr Quinn in danger…STOP…Private Williams regiment needed…STOP… …Brian Cooper – Sully. Thanking Horace and handing the required payment over, Brian left to begin the next part of his plan. The search through the papers, he knew that there had to be some kind of a clue in the Gazette, and until he heard from Washington the Gazette was better than nothing. So walking the short distance over to the Gazette office and Miss Dorothy, Brian began to think of all the times his Ma's life had been in danger since her arrival in Colorado Springs just over six years ago. The one that stuck in his mind the most was when the Currier brothers had held them captive at the homestead. As he thought about it, he realised that his Ma really would have given her life for himself and Katie that day. He vowed that no matter what it took both he and Matthew would ensure that she wouldn't give her life this time…no Matthew would rescue her. Once she was safe, then the perpetrators would be brought to justice, and that was his job to do, it was his knowledge of the newspapers and contacts that would produce the name of this heinous criminal.
Once Brian arrived at the door of the Gazette, Dorothy looked up and saw the solemn look on his face, instinctually knowing that this was not a social visit she waited for him to speak. Shuffling his feet, as he used to do when he was nervous, Brian began "Miss Dorothy, you know that Ma didn't come back last night?" Seeing the nod in response Brian continued, "Well Matthew has set out to find her. Well ya see I need your help. I figure that I can help just as much as Matthew." With a smile appearing on her face at the tenacity of the young man that was standing in front of her, Dorothy simply asked, "What have you got in mind?" Amused at the perceptiveness of his mentor Brian managed a slight smile in response and finished by saying "Well I figure that between us we know enough 'bout the paper business. I just wondered if there might be some clue or somethin' in the back copies. What do you think?" It was evident that Dorothy was weighing the idea up in her head, when another smile came to her face, but this time much bigger and more positive than the last, Brian knew that Dorothy agreed with his idea. There was no more need for talk, as Brian moved further inside the office and the pair set to work pouring through the mountains of old papers.
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As Sully stopped Comet to take a break from the arduous journey home, he reflected on the fact that he had been gone two weeks and Michaela was expecting him home by the end of the week, but he was hoping that he would be able to get home sooner than that. He couldn't wait to watch the sunrise and sunset with his beautiful wife beside him.
This time apart from Michaela was beginning to run him down, he always seemed to be saying goodbye, and it didn't get any easier. He remembered their last night together before he left for this trip. He had asked Matthew to take care of the children so that he could take Michaela to their special place. What a wonderful night that had been, making love all night, under the stars, with the sound of their waterfall echoing in the still woods. Oh how he wished that it wasn't a goodbye evening, but it had certainly kept him going these past few weeks.
As his mind drifted to home and how much he missed it, Sully realised for the first time in years that he wasn't feeling caged in or claustrophobic at the prospect of going back to the home he built with the love of his family in mind. Quite the opposite in fact, his mind and heart was filled with joy and excitement, almost reminiscent of a giddy schoolboy going on a first date. He decided there and then that the sooner he got moving the sooner he would be back in the loving arms of his family. So re-mounting Comet, Sully set off at a brisk trot, away from work and towards peace.
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As the night closed in on the prison, as Michaela was calling it, the storm clouds closed in as well, although from inside her tent she was unable to actually see the weather, Sully had taught her enough to be able to detect the changes in her environment without it necessarily being visible. Hearing the soldiers running about the camp, making sure that everything was tied down, Michaela knew that it wouldn't be long until the storm hit. Hearing silence descend upon the camp, Michaela knew that the soldiers had retired to their own tents to wait out the impending tempest. Not having anywhere to go herself, Michaela was beginning to get more than a little nervous. She had never been scared of storms when she was little, or even when she had first come out to Colorado Springs. She had always thought that they were majestic things that reminded her how powerful nature was. It wasn't until the tornado hit, and trapped herself and Katie in the homestead, alone, that Michaela now viewed storms in a new frightening light. Attempting to bring her legs up against her body, so she could hug them for comfort, Michaela awaited the deluge. Suddenly there was an almighty crash, followed by torrential rain, which pelted the thin canvas of the tents with such veracity that Michaela thought that they would rip in two. It was short lived though, and as the storm began to fade all that was left was the torrential rain, which Michaela suspected would last all night.
Just as she was feeling like sleep may be possible tonight, the tent roof suddenly slipped from its moorings, releasing a torrent of water that had been collecting on it, drenching Michaela in the process. Not thinking that things could get a lot worse for her first night in the prison, after all she had been blindfolded, chained up, dumped in a freezing river and hit all within one day. However when the pole shifted she knew things were just going to get worse. The shifting of the pole which she was chained to had the opposite affect to the one Michaela was expecting. Instead of the movement causing the chains to loosen, it actually tightened them, as it fell at such an angle that the chains wound themselves around, in an almost corkscrew affect, leaving Michaela soaking wet and struggling for breath. Trapped by her restraints and completely helpless, Michaela knew that none of the soldiers would bother to see if she was alright. Knowing that she was going to be like this until morning Michaela knew that it was imperative to calm her breathing down, managing to shift her position so that the pressure from the chains wasn't directly on her chest and stomach, she eventually began to relax. Feeling that this was the best that could be done for now, Michaela closed her eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep with fear in her heart and soul and tears slipping unchecked down her cheeks
Wednesday 12th April
Shortly before dawn Michaela was abruptly woken by Private Williams hauling her to her feet, while she tried in vein to explain that she couldn't move due to the angle of the pole, it was evident that Private Williams didn't care. He was obviously under orders to get her up any way he could. Finally succeeding in his mission, Michaela rose to her feet, a little unsteadily, and was promptly marched, with shackled feet, towards Custer's tent. Dread was coursing freely through Michaela's system but she vowed to not let it show when she came face to face with Custer.
Calling out to check that he could come in, and having received a positive response, Private Williams shoved Michaela through the flap and into the General's quarters. Nodding once to Custer, Private Williams backed away and left the two alone.
Without looking her in the eye Custer began "Good morning Dr Quinn, I see that you had a little trouble with the storm last night." Chuckling to himself as he spoke he continued, "Well, we are going to move camp today, and you are coming with us." Seeing the colour drain from Michaela's face Custer knew that his news had had the desired effect. Walking towards her, and raising a hand to her swollen cheek, he preceded to caress it lovingly, as Michaela tried to pull away his hand grasped her throat and tightened in a strangling motion, although Michaela knew that he wasn't applying enough pressure to actually kill her, he was having the desired effect and she decided to just stand still and let him have his fun, for now at least. Noticing that she had stopped struggling, Custer went back to his previous actions, finishing with a wet kiss on her cheek. Before pulling away from her he whispered menacingly in her ear "I have always found you to be the most desirable, amicable woman Dr Quinn, just merely misled with your choice in men. But rest assure once I have finished with you, your husband will never want you again, and you will never cross me again." Calling for Private Williams to take her to the wagon that would be used to transport his prisoner, Custer went back to his preening and packing.
Approximately an hour or so later the camp was ready to move out, with Michaela, in one of the covered wagons, securely tied down and blindfolded, Custer climbed into the driver's seat and slapped the reins hard to start the passage to their final encampment.
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Matthew awoke feeling like he had had next to no sleep at all having had a rough night in the woods, due to the storm. He knew that although the first priority should be breakfast but he really didn't feel in the mood to catch anything, he just wanted to get back on Scout and find his Ma. So making sure that the fire was out and the campsite was cleared up, he mounted Scout and headed in the direction he had been previously travelling, hoping that not all the tracks would have been washed away.
Being a day's ride behind his Ma all the time was beginning to concern Matthew, such a lot could have already happened in that day, that he felt that he had to speed up, so pushing Scout into a gallop. Within a few hours Matthew began to detect signs of a wagon on the grassland.
Bringing Scout up alongside, Matthew jumped down and inspected it, as he had seen Sully do thousands of times before. Deciding that the tracks were only a day old, two at the most, made Matthew's mind fill with hope for the first time since he had set up camp the night before. Re-mounting Scout, and setting off at a steady trot, Matthew followed the tracks until he cam upon an abandoned campsite. Feeling that this was indeed where his Ma had stayed the previous night, Matthew pulled Scout to a stop, dismounted and tied him loosely to a tree stump so that he could survey the ground for any clues.
Reaching what he believed to be the main area of the camp, Matthew spotted something by the extinguished fire, taking a closer look at it, he realised that it was his mother's blouse. Noting the fact that it had clearly been forcibly removed sent a chill down Matthew's spine. He was reminded of another time when a similar thing had happened to his Ma, when she had been abducted by Dog Soldiers, that time she had been rescued by Sully, and although bruised and tired, she was relatively unscathed, the rescue this time was up to him. Would he be as fortunate as Sully, he had to be, or he feared that he would never live with himself. Putting all negative thoughts out of his mind, he took hold of his emotions re-assessed the campsite for any more clues as to Michaela's whereabouts. Seeing lots of wagon tracks leading out of the campsite Matthew, decided that the entire camp had moved off shortly after dawn, so they still had the better part of a days ride on him, Matthew set off following their tracks as best he could. He now knew that time was definitely not his friend, and finding his Ma alive was imperative.
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As Michaela sat in the back of the transport wagon, her mind drifted to her family and she prayed vehemently that they were all safe and well. She secretly hoped that Matthew would follow his instincts and try to find her, although she doubted that he would be able to. It wasn't that he didn't possess the abilities to track her down, as he did, but she had no way of helping him. Bringing her attention back to the current situation Michaela wondered where Custer was heading. Not being able to see anything, her other senses were on heightened alert, but they couldn't detect anything that was of help to her. Feeling completely useless and extremely scared, silent tears crept down her cheeks.
Michaela knew that they had been travelling all day and although she suspected that Custer would not be stopping until they reached their final destination, where ever that was, she couldn't help but hope that she was wrong, and that he would stop soon, as she needed to relieve herself and stretch her aching back. It appeared as if Michaela's hopes were being answered as Custer slowed the wagon to a halt and motioned for the rest of the cavalcade to do the same. Jumping out he bellowed to his soldiers that they would set up a brief camp where they were for the night, but there would be no tent erections. The soldiers set to work leaving Custer to deal with Michaela.
Walking round to the back of the wagon, and spying his prize, Custer grabbed hold of Michaela and threw her onto the ground saying "Thought that you might like a change of scenery Dr Quinn, Private Williams will assist you in your business I am sure." Laughing at his own audacity, he then left Michaela where she fell. Private Williams arrived shortly after and pulled Michaela to her feet, and then led her to a thicket where it was blatantly evident he was going to watch while she relieved herself. Michaela had got past the point of embarrassment at this job that she was forced to perform in front of an audience, she was almost starting to get used to it. However what happened next caught her by surprise, as she was re-arranging her skirts and petticoats she suddenly felt a violent movement in her stomach and reacted just in time, as she turned and threw up in the bushes. This fact on reflection didn't really surprise Michaela as she hadn't eaten for almost three days and had very little to drink in that time. Having witnessed this unfortunate turn of events, Private Williams just laughed at the top of his voice, he was not about to give her any help, quite the opposite in fact, he just called General Custer over to see what Dr Quinn was doing. Before he arrived Michaela had finished being sick and had tried to clean herself up as best she could, but with her hands indisposed, as they were, she knew that she probably looked a real mess.
Turning around to face Custer, although feeling incredibly shaky and extremely pale, Michaela tried in vain to put a brave face on, when Custer spoke, she knew that this attempt at a strong facade was a wise move "Dr Quinn, I see that you are not feeling very well, our hospitality must be lacking, for which I apologise. I will see if there is something that can be done to reduce your suffering." Noting that his attempt at a caring, serious reaction had acquired the desired affect, Custer now gave his expected answer "Look at the state of you Dr Quinn, and there I was thinking that ladies liked to keep themselves clean, we'll have to do something about your skirt, no won't we." Michaela knew what was coming, but she wasn't going to give in without a fight. Shaking herself into action, she stood tall and looked Custer right in the eye and said, "I have no objection to having my mess all over me General Custer, after all I am a doctor and a mother, so grime doesn't bother me in the slightest." Slightly surprised by her quick, strong response, Custer was taken aback momentarily, but he wasn't going to be deterred from his earlier plan, so replying in a tone that left no room for arguments he said, quickly and abruptly "You may not mind Dr Quinn, but my men have standards, as do I, and the smell of stale, dry sick is not on the cards. So you see there really is no option, I will have to relieve you of your skirt, for your own benefit, as my soldiers can become aggressive when they don't have pleasant things to look at."
Walking over towards her, and taking hold of Michaela's belt, Custer began to undo it, however with the vivid memory of One Eye in her mind Michaela found a renewed strength and brought back her shackled wrists and slapped Custer across the face, drawing blood, before he had a chance to react, she yelled at the top of her voice "Help me!! You are not doing this." When no one came to her aid Michaela started to turn and attempt to run, but Custer was quicker and hauled her around to face him. He had such anger and evil on his face that Michaela really didn't know what to do, fearing for her life, she didn't move, Custer punched Michaela in the chest, leaving her gasping for air, saying "I warned you once about doubting my word, and told you that you would suffer, and now you see that I was not joking, you will do as you are told, and do it NOW!! Give me your skirt!" Knowing that there was no way out this time, Michaela complied, shaking from fear and the start of an infection.
When General Custer had received what he wanted, he beckoned for Private Williams to come and said, "Chain her up, it appears that we can't trust her to stay in the wagon." Knowing that there were limited places available where she could be chained Private Williams took Michaela back over to her wagon and ordered her to kneel down by the front wheel, once in position, he took the chain from the back and fastened it around her waist, locking it against the wheel, making it impossible for her to adjust positions during the night, once he was satisfied that all was secure he just turned and left.
As the soldiers settled down in to their cramped quarters all went silent. The only sound that could be heard, other than the screeching of a nighthawk, was the crying that came from Michaela as she faced another cold, desolate night chained like an animal. At least if she was an animal, she would have been given a blanket at least but Michaela sat at the front of the wagon in nothing but her camisole and pantaloons. Shivering from the cold, and from the beginnings of a fever that she was developing, Michaela tried to close her eyes and allow sleep to consume her. For it was only when she was asleep that this nightmare ended and her thoughts were filled with her family and home that she loved so much.
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As Matthew made camp for the night, after successfully following the wagon tracks all day, he wondered how much more his Ma would be able to endure. He knew that she was a tough, proud lady who wasn't afraid to fight for what she believed in, and he really admired her for that. Matthew knew, however being away from her family and home for this length of time was bound to have an affect. Put together with the fact that her captors obviously didn't care about treating her properly, or with dignity, considering the fact that he now held his Ma's blouse, made Matthew really fear for the outcome.
He was still no nearer actually working out who the perpetrators were, let alone where they were going and what they wanted with Michaela. Matthew could feel himself becoming frustrated, and he knew that this would only hinder his tracking skills. So trying to put the negativity and questions to the back of his mind Matthew closed his eyes and hoped that luck would find him tomorrow.
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Sully had been making steady progress throughout the day, stopping only when he felt that Comet could do with a break. He had decided to camp out under the stars on this particular night. So making a small fire and grilling some fish he had caught in the morning, Sully sat back and enjoyed the peace and quiet that the woods brought.
As Sully settled back to rest and gaze at the wonders above him, he allowed his eyes to drift shut and dreams to fill his senses. Normally when he was away from home, his dreams would be filled to bursting with Michaela and their times spent together. However this night Sully's dreams were filled with Michaela. Unfortunately for Sully they weren't happy, peaceful thoughts. No something was dreadfully wrong. All Sully could see was blackness with this one tiny chink of light. Looking more closely at the light he realised it was Michaela. She was in trouble, and hurt. Was this a message from her, or from the Spirits? Sully didn't know, but shaking himself out of his vision, he decided there and then that he had to get home and quickly. He knew that it was at least another five days ride from here, possibly even more, but he knew that Michaela needed him. Before mounting Comet, Sully closed his eyes briefly in a prayer and sent Michaela a message, saying "Hold on, I'm comin'" and with that he left, desperate to get home.
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Dorothy had been helping Brian solidly for the last day or so as he poured through old copies of the Gazette and the New York papers, desperately looking for a clue as to the identity for these ghastly criminals. They hadn't had any success and Dorothy was beginning to become concerned about Brian. He hadn't slept since Monday, when this all started. He had hardly eaten anything, and he was determined to keep going until he found something. Realising that she had to make him stop and sleep, Dorothy placed a firm yet loving hand over Brian's and said, "Brian you need ta stop and sleep, I promise that we'll find somethin' but ya need to rest. Please Brian, get some sleep?"
Realising that Dorothy was right in what she said Brian simply nodded and disconsolately walked out of the Gazette office and towards the clinic, where he found Grace had put Katie down for her sleep and was dozing in his Ma's chair.
Hearing the door open Grace quickly opened her eyes and got up, when the sight of a forlorn Brian met her gaze, she knew better than to say anything instead she just placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "If ya need anythin' ya know where we are." Seeing a nod in answer Grace left Brain to his troubles and returned to Robert E, hopeful that all should get some sleep tonight.
Brian started up the stairs towards his and Katie's room, all the time rebuking himself for not being able to find anything to help his brother or his Ma. By the time he reached his bed and collapsed onto it, he had almost managed to convince himself that this whole mess was his doing. Knowing that this was just exhaustion speaking Brian forced himself to undress, got into bed and was asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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Thursday 13th April
Once again Michaela felt as if she hadn't got any sleep at all and now was the additional problem of her deteriorating health. During the night her fever had escalated and she had developed a chest-wracking cough, sure signs of pneumonia. As she waited for Private Williams to unlock her restraints Michaela decided that she would attempt an escape of sorts, if she didn't then she knew for certain that her life was in danger.
Seeing the Private approach, Michaela gathered herself together, summoned all the courage that she had left and prepared for her escape. Just as Private Williams knelt down to unlock her chains, Michaela took advantage of where his gaze was. Pulling back with all of the strength she possessed Michaela thumped him across the back of his head, knocking him out cold. Before anyone heard, she was on her feet attempting to run, as best she could with shackled feet. She had made it to the back of Custer's tent when suddenly she felt a crashing on her back and she knew that is was over, her one and only chance to escape was finished with. When she looked behind her she saw that Custer had seen what she was up to and had abruptly stopped her by standing on her hair. Waiting for the repercussions of her actions Michaela lay still on the mud-covered floor. She didn't have to wait long as Custer hauled her upright by holding her hair and shouting "On your feet Dr Quinn, NOW!!"
As soon as he saw that she was upright, he released the hold he had on her hair and moved his iron fist to her arm, where he held her like a pincer, causing Michaela to scream out in agony. Awaiting for the verbal response that was bound to come with his actions Michaela didn't have to wait long when a tirade came from General Custer's mouth "Dr Quinn I am bitterly disappointed in your actions. You have disregarded our delightful invitation at showing you hospitality and not requesting anything in return. I was beginning to think that my warnings had got through to you, but I see that you are even more stubborn and mis-guided than I had initially thought. Not to worry though, I can soon change your ways, starting now."
With hate coursing through Michaela, she didn't even notice the excruciating pain that was reverberating up her arm, from Custer's vice like grip. Instead of cowering down as he was expecting, Michaela once again stood tall and proud before giving General Custer an answer that he wouldn't forget "General Custer I don't remember being given an invitation to avail myself of your hospitality. It has been neither delightful nor of my own accord. You continue to believe that by treating me this way you will get to my husband. You will never break me General Custer, even if you take me to the ends of the earth and back again. I will never stop helping the Cheyenne, I will never agree to their destruction. So I will say to you once more so that it is totally clear, I don't care what you do to me, short of killing me, there is nothing that can stop my and Sully's love for the Cheyenne and I will continue to thwart evil soldiers like you just as long as I have air in my lungs."
Stunned by the courage that Michaela seemed to have, even if she herself wasn't aware of it, Custer thought before responding. There was no way that he was going to let her get away with that, but he had to think of a suitable reminder that he was in charge. Finally coming up with something that he knew would get the message home, Custer turned Michaela to face him and spoke slowly and precisely so there would be no mis-understandings "Dr Quinn I seem to have under estimated your courage and tenacity but don't make the mistake of under estimating me. You will pay for what you just said, and pay heavily, but not until we reach our final destination. It seems that our punishments don't do that much to warn you, so maybe the threat of what might be to come will do the trick."
Seeing the questioning gaze from Michaela, which he thought was etched with a touch of fear, Custer asked her a direct question "Do you know what happens to soldiers that desert or disobey direct orders?" When he received a shake of her head in return, he continued "Well my dear Dr Quinn they usually get flogged. I will leave you with that thought, as we have to move. But don't think that I've forgotten about what you did. You may or may not get your punishment, we shall see. But if you are quite finished trying to be the hero then we will go." Seeing Michaela nod mutely caused Custer to grin, tossing her into the back of the transport wagon and securing her tightly, Custer went to jump into the driver's seat but stopped, turned back and said, "Oh one more thing Dr Quinn, for our final leg of this journey you will need to be blindfolded." Laughing as he tied the blindfold around Michaela's eyes, Custer then jumped up into the seat and slapped the reins hard, sending Michaela reeling backwards for the umpteenth time since this ordeal had begun.
As Michaela once again sat on her own in the back of the wagon, chained to the back of the seat, she wondered what she had ever done to deserve this treatment, or more over what Sully had done. She knew of course that neither of them had done anything except support, in every way they could, their extended family, the Cheyenne. It was Custer's loathing of them that had caused so many of the confrontations in the past. But she didn't regret any of the stands that they had made individually, or as a couple. The Cheyenne were more than just a tribe of Indians to her. They were truly part of her family. They always had been part of Sully's, and consequentially she had learnt to love them as well. Even when she had married Sully, the love that she had for this proud nation, was nothing more than a close friendship. However the affection she now felt for this lost tribe was as true and powerful as the love that she had for Sully himself. Michaela decided there and then that she would accept whatever punishment Custer saw fit to give her, but there was no way that she was going to let him destroy her, or what was left of the Cheyenne Nation, even if it took every ounce of her failing strength she was not going to let him win. Really not feeling up to thinking of a plan at this precise moment Michaela collapsed against the side of the wagon and fell into a fitful sleep.
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Matthew had set off at first light, wanting to cover as much ground as possible before night fall, in fact he was tempted to ride all night if he had to. The fact that his Ma was constantly a day ahead, was not improving Matthew's mood. He was determined to find his Ma before the week ended, he had to, there was no if's, but's or maybe's about it.
By midday Matthew had reached what he presumed to be the resting spot for the camp, as the wagon tracks had indented, quite considerably, into the soft earth. Jumping off Scouts back while he was still moving, Matthew quickly, yet carefully surveyed the area for any clues, which might help him discover the condition of his Ma. Spotting something laying in the bushes, Matthew rushed over to it, hoping that it may actually be his Ma. Approaching the mass as it lay in the grass, Matthew could now tell that it wasn't his Ma, as his heart sank once again. As he moved to pick up this as yet unknown object Matthew's mind was going nineteen to the dozen with all kinds of scenarios. However when he stopped to look at what was in his hand, he almost fainted. It was his mother's skirt! Taking tight hold of it and having regained his equilibrium Matthew knew that he didn't have a moment to lose if he was to stand any chance of finding his Ma before it was too late. Rushing back to where he had left Scout, Matthew carefully placed the skirt into his saddlebags, alongside the blouse, and hurled himself into the saddle. Double-checking the direction that the party had left in, Matthew sped off, continuing to follow the tracks, hoping and praying that he wasn't going to be too late. The mere thought of having to tell Brian and Katie that their ma was gone was just too sickening to contemplate. That was not going to happen. He had to find her and soon. Kicking Scout into a full gallop Matthew set off, knowing that he would ride all night if he had to.
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As Michaela slept, tossing and turning with the motion of the wagon, she was sure that she heard Sully's voice, telling her to hold on. Before they married, a dream like this would have made Michaela question her sanity, but not now, no it had been proved several times over the last few years that both Michaela and Sully shared an extraordinary bond, beyond pure love and reason. This bond was almost tangible it was so real. All that knew the couple were never surprised when one talked of the other's pain or worry. The bond they shared was as unique as the love they shared, and very few really understood it.
Forcing her eyes open, not that it really made any difference with her being blindfolded, Michaela was filled with a new found strength, of a mental nature, if not physical. She knew that Sully was on his way home and she had to do as he had asked, hold on for him. With this goal in mind, Michaela felt her breathing ease and she settled back into the wagon. Closing her eyes briefly to send a message back to Sully, which simply said, "I'll try my love, I'll try", Michaela awaited the end of the journey but now sure she would make it to their final destination.
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Sully had been moving almost non-stop since his vision had occurred, he knew that his heartsong's life was in danger, but he was still well over four days ride away from home. There was nothing that could be done, he would just have to hope and pray that his Michaela would be okay, and maybe Matthew or Hank would have found her and helped her. Knowing that there was nothing to be gained from fretting over something that he could do nothing about, Sully just kept his head down and kept moving as fast as Comet could safely go.
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Brian had been awoken by a loud banging on the clinic door, he hadn't slept too badly considering everything but felt like he had actually only had one or two hours at the most.
Descending the clinic steps, Brian answered the door to discover hank and Jake standing there impatiently. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he grumpily said, "Mornin', what do ya both want?"
Not being prepared to enter into small talk, not that they ever did anyway Jake replied on behalf of both of them, "Brian, we wanna know what ya doin' bout findin' Dr Mike?"
Looking at both expectant faces Brian realised that neither himself nor Matthew had thought about the search going on this long, and consequently the fact that the town posse, being Jake and Hank, would want to go out and search for her. Knowing that this was the last thing that they needed Brian had to come up with something quickly but it had to be believable. Not that this was really that difficult when you had two idiots who had played schoolboy pranks on each other for so many years. Coming up with a feasible idea, Brian addressed the expectant have a go heroes "Well I was gonna come see ya today. Matthew asked me ta wait 'til Friday 'fore going after him, but if ya willin' ta go now that'd be great?"
Receiving nods and burbled thanks Brian proceeded to inform Jake of the direction that Matthew had taken and how long ago. Of course this wasn't the actual direction, or the actual time, but it would keep them away from town and way from Matthew for a little while at least.
With the information gained from Brian, the two set off to ready their horses for the trip, absolutely sure that they would be able to rescue Dr Mike and bring her back safely.
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As evening was approaching on the fourth day Michaela was left wondering how much longer this was going to go on. She hadn't eaten since Monday's breakfast, she had been given very little to drink and was becoming sicker by the hour. Just where was Custer, going that had to be kept a secret from her? Why did he persist in this futile charade? It wasn't as if he was actually going to gain or solve anything. He knew that Michaela would never sway from her allegiance with the Cheyenne so in short Michaela couldn't see the point. More over she wondered if there was a point in the first place or if it was just some kind of sordid game that Custer enjoyed playing with unsuspecting victims. Whatever the reason, and wherever the destination Michaela knew that they would be there tomorrow, possibly by dawn.
As Michaela heard talking coming from the adjacent wagons, she managed to discern that they weren't stopping until they reached their rendezvous. Not amused by this, but unable to do anything about it, Michaela hoped that she would be able to hold off from relieving herself in the back of the wagon. Realising that it was going to be a long night, she tried to make herself as comfortable as shackles and chains would allow.
Friday 14h April
As dawn broke Michaela's prison, as she was terming it, came to an abrupt halt. They were apparently at the secret, final destination. Where that was Michaela still didn't know, and maybe she never would, but right now she needed to know if there was any chance of her relieving herself as the pressure was becoming unbearable. Suddenly the back of the wagon came down and Private Williams jumped up and un-locked her chains. Ordering her to get out, and then taking her roughly by her already bruised arm, down to the river so that she could freshen up. This journey was not terribly easy as Michaela couldn't see where she was going and as a result tripped, twisting her ankle as she fell. When all she had was a sharp yank on her arm, and yet another order to get up, Michaela knew that there was no point in arguing, so hobbling and shuffling her way to what she presumed to be the water's edge, and waiting until the Private halted, Michaela leant forward and took much needed drink, splashed some water over her face, and complete her business, before the Private yanked her away again, Michaela made sure to have another big gulp of fresh water.
Not giving her any more time than was really necessary Private Williams pulled hard on her arm and took her back to camp, where he awaited General Custer's arrival. He didn't have to wait long as the next thing Michaela heard was Custer's harsh tone telling the Private something, when she felt him move away, and Custer take his place Michaela couldn't help but fear for what was to come. Whispering menacingly in her ear Custer said,, "Dr Quinn we have some unfinished business if you will come with me."
Knowing that she didn't have any choice, Custer forced Michaela to march beside him, into the middle of the camp that the soldiers had set up. When he stopped and let go of her arm Michaela was momentarily surprised at the freedom that Custer had allowed her. Of course not being able to see anything, Michaela was unaware of the plight that she was now in. Custer had led her right into the middle of a holding pen, when two soldiers forced her arms apart and out in front of her Michaela instinctively knew what Custer had meant by unfinished business. Mentally preparing herself for what was to come, Michaela took a deep breath and held it as she felt such excruciating pain rip across her back and shoulder blades, shredding her camisole, as Custer whipped her, laughing as each stroke hit her with more severity than the previous one. Not allowing herself to scream, although it was pure agony, Michaela had silent tears rolling down her face. As the fifth and last stroke was felt, the soldiers let go of her arms and Michaela collapsed struggling for breath as the shock and pain set in.
Before Custer came round to haul her to her feet he said, "I warned you Dr Quinn that deserters get flogged, and you have just received your over due punishment, let that be my final warning, DO NOT CROSS ME!!" As he took her bleeding, aching body off to the make shift tent all Michaela could hear were jeers from the soldiers and an evil laugh in her ear. When she felt the ground beneath her hands as Custer chucked her face first into her tent saying, "You surprise me Dr Quinn that there was no screaming, maybe I under-estimated your strength once again but I know that you are hurting, but you will get pity from no one", leaving her where she lay, Custer left and Michaela couldn't hold back the tears any longer, and heart-wrenching sobs could be heard from one end of the camp to the other, but no soldiers moved to assist the wounded creature that lay motionless in her tent.
Having left Michaela to think of what she had caused to happen, Custer dismissed the platoon, and was now on his own in camp, with just his hostage for company. Everything had worked exactly as he had planned, all the way down to the smallest detail. It amazed him just how trusting the good lady doctor was, how naïve she was to have been duped so easily. But now he finally had her to himself, just where he wanted her. There was no way that Indian loving husband of hers would want her after he had finished. After dark would be the time, yes then he would finish having his fun. Until then he would just enjoy listening to the pain-filled cries.
As dark descended upon the now deserted campsite, Custer stood and approached Michaela's tent, stopping just short of the flap, so as to cause a sense of heightened curiosity to arise inside, Custer planned what he was going to say. Not delaying longer than he thought fit, Custer opened the flap up and walked straight into Michaela's tent, not caring where he looked when he entered. Seeing Michaela in exactly the same position made Custer slightly agitated, he had thought that she might have made an effort to make herself more presentable, but apparently not. So without caring for the pain that any abrupt movements would cause her, Custer bent down and grabbed hold of the wrist shackles, and literally heaved until Michaela was upright again, all he could hear during this was screams and plaintive cries for him to stop. With an equally abrupt "Shut up Dr Quinn!" the cries stopped and were replaced by an uncontrollable trembling, partly fear based and partly fever based. Feeling her tremble pleased Custer no end, he was definitely going to enjoy this final act of revenge. Taking Michaela by the arm, and turning her to face the entry flap of the tent, Custer said, in a tone, which was that of the devil in disguise, "I have something that I want you to see." Not having the strength to wonder what it could be Michaela simply nodded and shuffled, as best she could, along side Custer.
When the flap was opened, and Michaela's blindfold was removed, she was able to fully see for the first time just where they were. Her reaction was very nearly an audible scream; as she saw that she was back at Washita.
Turning to look Custer in the eye, as disgusting as it was to do, Michaela spoke for the first time, "How could you? How could you come back here after what you did? How could you bring me back here?" Although she knew the answers already, they had to be asked, she really did despise this man, not only had he enjoyed killing her friends in cold blood but he was now enjoying walking on their graves as well.
Chortling to himself as he prepared to answer her questions Custer spoke slowly and precisely, as if he was talking to an imbecile not a college educated Doctor, "Well my dear, to answer your questions, it is really quite simple. When I planned ways of making you pay for your constant interference, I thought of the perfect revenge for me and punishment for you. I don't believe that you had a chance to properly grieve for your friends, did you?" Seeing her shake her head, partly in confusion and partly in the negative, Custer continued "Well I am here to make that happen Dr Quinn, but we have to be in a particular area first, so if you'd follow me."
Not really giving Michaela much choice or chance to say something Custer set off towards the river. It was then that Michaela knew. She knew what he was going to do to 'help her grieve', and she knew just where he was taking her. With fear gripping her heart, she prayed that he wouldn't be this cruel, this callous, this calculating. But she knew the answer already, he was. It appeared that he had planned this from the start, there was nothing that she could do except blindly follow and hope for the best. So following Custer down to the river Michaela prepared herself for what she knew she would find. Black Kettle.
As soon as she reached his remains, Michaela fell to her knees and stroked the bones as if it was the day when she had found him, crying openly, she turned to see Custer staring down at her, with what she thought was pity in his eyes. Shaking herself from that thought and reminding herself that pity wasn't something that General Custer was capable of feeling. Waiting for Custer to do something, that she knew was meant to degrade her love of the proud Cheyenne people, was almost worse than the actual act would be. Just as she was beginning to think that he had seen reason, Custer came up behind her and whispered in her ear, "Now I have never seen the point of these silly customs, but I believe the first thing a warrior does is to cut their hair, is that right Dr Quinn?" When he received a nod in reply, he grasped his knife securely and said, "Well as I remember hearing Mr Sully saying that you had the heart of a warrior, it is only fitting that some of your beautiful hair be sacrificed as a testament to your friends." With Michaela screaming "NO!!" and reaching her hands up to try and stop him Custer hacked at her normally soft silky hair, just as she thought he had finished, he dropped the clumps in front of her, so that she could see it land over Black Kettle's body.
With tears flooding down her cheeks, Michaela was only too aware of what was to come next. When Custer had stopped laughing he spoke his final words of derision "Now the next part may hurt some, for which I most humbly apologise, but I understand that the final thing a warrior does is to slash their own arms three times, is that right Dr Quinn?" When he received a nod in response, he said, "Well as you aren't in a fit state to do this yourself, I guess the deed will have to be done by me, now won't it." With that he grasped Michaela's right arm and slashed the letter G into the flesh. Repeating the same procedure with her left arm but this time leaving the letter C in place. With blood pouring from both her new injuries and her whipping cuts, Michaela collapsed over Black Kettle's body in tears and screaming in agony, Custer asked before he walked away "Tell me Dr Quinn, why do you cry over the body of a savage and not when I whipped you?" Turning her head slightly so that she could look him in the eye Michaela replied, "If you have to ask then you'll never understand." With that Custer walked back up the hill, laughing all the way, leaving Michaela to grieve and say goodbye.
As Michaela heard Custer's horse gallop away she realised that she truly was on her own and unable to tend to her injuries, death crossed her mind. Would this really be her fate, dying to please some self absorbed evil soldier. She hoped not, but at this precise moment, not even the brave, headstrong, stubborn Michaela Quinn could fight her way out of this one. So finally allowing the exhaustion to over come her Michaela closed her eyes where she lay, over Black Kettle's body, and fell asleep.
Sometime during the following hours, almost as if in a trance, Michaela opened her eyes and looked up to see Black Kettle holding his hand out to her, taking it willingly, and in Cheyenne, Black Kettle spoke with sincerity and love over- flowing from his voice saying, "I am here to thank you. You never gave up on us. You protected us with your life, even when we were no more. Our Spirits are guarding you now, do not fear, you are safe, our friend, our Medicine Woman. Sleep peacefully." With that Michaela relaxed for the first time in days and slept, dreaming of home and of peace.
