I know I have quite a few fans who adore Captain Bordon. So, here is my very first Bordon/OC fanfic!
Also, big thank you goes out to JROOF and LovesHistory for helping me out with this chapter! I appreciate it!
Saving All Her Love for Him
Chapter 1
**1776-Wakefield**
It was a warm summer afternoon in Wakefield, South Carolina. Benjamin Martin wiped some sweat from his brow and stood up straight. Stretching, he looked across the field of his massive plantation. Two of his younger sons were chasing a horse out of the barn. He chuckled and shook his head as he watched them run after the beast. He turned when he heard a carriage.
Who could that be? He wondered. Martin stepped away from his plow and walked up to the porch. Some of his children gathered around him and watched as the carriage stopped before them.
"Uncle Benjamin!" Katherine Selton said as the carriage driver opened the door. Her surprised uncle walked down to recieve his favorite niece and chuckled when she jumped into his arms and hugged him. He was happy to have her visiting him and his family
"Katie! I'm surprised to see you!" He exclaimed as he set her down.
"I wrote you to tell you I was coming!" Katherine said as some servants unloaded her luggage.
"You look more and more like your mother every time I see you." Martin said as his children gathered around to greet their cousin.
"Mother says that I look like father." The young woman said.
"Yes...John. God rest his soul." Martin said. Katherine cast her eyes to her feet and after a moment of awkward silence, Martin inquired about his sister-in-law, Charlotte Selton. "How is your mother?"
"Mother is well. She sent presents!" She told her cousins. The smaller ones began jumping up and down as the older ones led her into the house. Once inside She handed each cousin a gift.
"Where's Gabriel?" She asked, suddenly noticing his absence.
"He's with the Continental Army." Martin said with a frown.
"Oh! That's right!" She said. She set Gabriel's present to the side and cleared her throat. She was disappointed her cousin-the one closest to her in age and in spirit-wasn't there.
"How was your journey?" Her cousin, Thomas asked.
"It was bumpy." Katherine said with a laugh.
Martin decided to leave his children and niece to visit alone and disappeared into his study. He was going through the record books when Thomas called for him about two hours later. Running from his study, he stopped dead at the sight he was met with. His oldest son, Gabriel, was being held up by Thomas and Katherine. He was bleeding profusely and in a great deal of pain.
"Take him into the parlor!" He ordered. Katherine and Thomas struggled to carry Gabriel into the parlor, but they managed to lay him on a chaise lounge and then stood by and stared at him.
"What do we do?" Thomas asked his father.
"Abigale! Get the children upstairs!," Martin ordered his house servant,"now!"
Katherine grabbed a rag and started dabbing blood off her cousin's face.
"Uncle Benjamin...he's been stabbed." She said as she pulled her cousin's coat open. Martin tore his son's shirt open and grimaced when he saw the wound.
"He's been stabbed with a bayonet." Martin said to his niece, who was tending to the wound. Katherine helped her uncle take care of Gabriel before going to the window.
"Uncle, I hear thunder." She remarked. Martin came to stand behind her and looked out the window.
"That's not thunder." He said in a low voice. Katherine turned and looked up at her uncle.
"What is it then?" She asked curiously.
"Cannon fire." He said.
"They are having a battle in your fields!"
She exclaimed. Martin was not happy that his family was going to be exposed to such violence.
"It's best that we all stay inside tonight," he said, "we'll go out early tomorrow and collect any wounded soldiers that we can find."
Gabriel Martin awoke with a start and looked about. Just outside the window, he noticed his father, siblings, and servants wandering about on the porch. He got up gingerly and walked out onto the porch.
"Gabriel! You're awake!" He turned and looked at a young woman with dark blonde hair.
"Katherine! What are you doing here?" Gabriel asked his cousin in surprise.
"I came to visit for a while," she replied as she walked over to a wounded redcoat, "you're father is over there."
Katherine pointed to a group of wounded Continentals huddling together as Martin tended to their wounds. Gabriel stood behind his siblings and watched the scene before him. His home had been turned into a temporary hospital. There were men from both sides of the war sitting on the lawn and the porch. He noticed that the Continental soldiers were not sitting in groups with the Recoats and vice versa. Some men were bleeding profusely whilst others only had scratches and bruises.
A flash of red in the cornfields caught Gabriel's attention. His heart dropping to the pit of his stomach, he watched in horror as British soldiers came marching out of the fields towards the plantation house. Katherine noticed the soldiers as well and stood up. She reached for her cousin's hand and clutched it in fear. Her uncle came to stand beside them and watched as a British officer walked up to him.
"Thank you for the care of His Majesty's soldiers." The officer said with a smile.
Martin nodded and turned when he heard a thunderous noise echoing down the lane. Everyone watched as the Green Dragoons rode towards the house and stopped.
Their commander, Colonel William Tavington, was reputed to be a deadly man. Gabriel had heard many accounts of the brutal methods The Butcher was known to employ against any one who dared cross him. The Green Dragoons had charged General Gates and his army. Not many men had survived. Martin knew his family was now in great danger.
The colonel stared down at the scene before him. Wounded soldiers from both sides were all over the place. He watched as the young Lieutenant made his way from the porch over to him.
"Lieutenant, have our wounded taken to Winnsboro." He ordered.
"Yes, sir." The young man said. Tavington eyed the rebel soldiers with contempt. Although, he was relieved to see this plantationeer had cared for His Majesty's finest, he was not in the least bit happy the rebels had also been aided and he would punish accordingly
"Fire the house and barns," he said sharply, "let it be known that if you harbor the enemy, you will lose your home."
All the children gasped and clung to
a house servant and young woman and stared at him in disbelief. His ice blue eyes landed on her and the children and regarded them for a moment.
"Rebel dispatches, sir!" A young private said as he handed a pouch to him. Tavington rifled through each letter before looking up.
"Who carried these?" He demanded. He grew angry when nobody answered him.
and repeated with a roar, "Who carried these!"
"I did, sir!," Tavington watched as a young man stepped down from the porch and put on his blue Continentals jacket, "I was wounded and these people gave me care."
"Have this one taken to Camden, he is a spy," Tavington said as he handed the dispatches back to the private, "hang him and put his body on display."
"Sir! You can't hold him! He's carrying a marked case!" The plantationeer said
"Well, we're not going to hold him! We're going to hang him!" Tavington said with a sneer.
"But sir, I beg of you, by the rules of war..."
"Would you like a lesson, sir, in the rules of war?," Tavington aimed his pistol at
the insolent man before aiming it at the children on the porch, "or perhaps your children would."
"No! No lesson is necessary," the man said, "please, let this young man go! He's a uniformed dispatch rider."
"Father!" The young spy hissed.
"Ah! I see...he is your son," Tavington
said with a smirk, "you should have taught him something of loyalty."
The plantationeer stood protectively in front of his children, looking defeated
"Father, do something." Katherine heard Thomas say.
"Quiet!" Uncle Ben snapped. Katherine looked at Thomas, who's gaze was still fixed on Gabriel.
"Thomas, don't! That man will shoot you." She hissed.
Thomas barely spared her a glance before looking back at Gabriel. He launched himself from the porch towards the two men holding his brother, ramming into both soldiers, knocking them away from his brother.
"Gabriel! Run!" He cried out. A shot rang out and Thomas collapsed to the ground. Martin rushed to his son's side and gathered the dying boy into his arms. Katherine ran over as well and stared at the gaping hole in her cousin's chest.
"Sir, what of the rebel wounded?" The young lieutenant asked. Tavington stared down his nose at the wounded Continental soldiers.
"Kill them." He said, his lip curling with disdain. The lieutenant went to do as Tavington had ordered him. He couldn't help but feel pity for the family that had just lost their loved one. He watched as their female servant was dragged away. The children were crying and looking around in fear. The man was cradling his dead son in his arms. A young woman he assumed was the man's older daughter was trying in vain to comfort the younger children.
But there wasn't a single thing Katherine could do to comfort them.
They were still gathered around Thomas's body long after the British troops had left.
Martin felt numb. He felt an inner rage that had long been suppressed start to boil within. He set Thomas's body down and ran into his burning home.
Left outside alone, Katherine and the children waited with baited breath for him to return. They all breathed a sigh of relief as he emerged. He had quite a few rifles with him as well as his Cherokee tomahawk. He knelt down and handed Nathaniel and Samuel each a rifle before turning to Katherine.
"Take the children to your mother's. Avoid the main roads." He ordered her.
"But, what about you and the boys?" Katherine asked.
"Do not worry about us. We'll meet you at your mother's." He said before he and the boys ran off. Katherine looked at her younger cousins and ordered them to hold hands before she picked up Susan to carry her. They ran straight into the cornfield before rushing into the woods. Katherine thought she heard something while they were running and stopped.
"What is it Katie?" Margaret asked her. Katherine shushed her cousin and continued listening. Her heart started beating wildly when she realized that she heard a rumbling sound.
"I'm going to go a little closer to the road to see who is passing by," She said quietly, "Margaret...take your siblings to my mother's if I'm not back in ten minutes. Do you understand?"
Margaret nodded and watched as her cousin walked off towards the road.
Captain Cyrus Bordon rode silently alongside his commander. The same age as his commanding officer he was of similar height. But whereas the colonel was slim and lean, Bordon was broad and brawny.
Bordon was known to be just as brutal as Tavington. Though, he was only brutal on the battlefield and when he was interrogating prisoners. Because of that, most people found him much easier to approach than Colonel Tavington.
A veteran soldier of twenty years, his father bought his commission when he was just eighteen. His father, Sir Henry Bordon, had insisted that his son join the military. Both father and son came from a long line of military men and he wanted Cyrus to continue the family tradition.
Bordon was reflecting on the subject when something caught his attention. Something moved in the woods just within his peripheral vision. Colonel Tavington noticed his adjutant staring
into the woods.
"What is it, Bordon?" He asked.
"I thought I saw something in the woods." He said as he continued to watch. He was about the look away when he saw a flash of blue.
Tavington saw it then as well and ordered his men to give chase.
Katherine's heart raced when she realized she had been spotted. She started running as fast as she could. She heard footsteps behind her and she started to panic. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw many British soldiers chasing after her. She kept running even though her lungs were starting to burn and her legs were starting to hurt. She had to get away. Her foot caught something and she fell, hitting her head against the trunk of a tree . Knocked unconscious, Katherine could do nothing as a British soldier picked her up and carried her out of the woods.
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