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Wonderfully Fatal Moments

Oh, God, this can't be happening! Anna thought to herself as she desperately whipped the wagon's horses into a full gallop. Praying to God that they would go fast enough to outrun the Indian ponies that were bearing down on her and the rest of the wagon train. Anna wasn't only concerned for her own safety, she had Mary in the wagon to worry about as well. Mary, a woman she had met and befriended during the wagon trains long trip, was 9 months pregnant and going into labor in the back of her wagon. As shots rang out around the wagons all she could think about was getting herself and Mary to the fort where they would be safe. Anna was so focused on the horses she didn't notice the pony and its rider coming up alongside the wagon until it was too late. As the rider jumped from his pony to the wagon Anna tried to fend him off. Unfortunately for Anna, even though she managed to knock her aggressor off the wagon, she wound up falling into the bed of the wagon. Even with the wind slightly knocked out of her she had the presence of mind to shoot the Indian that was climbing in the back of the wagon. After which she tried desperately to climb back into the large bench seat of the wagon to continue to urge the wagon on; but, it was no use. Without her to egg them on, the horses quickly stopped their mad running and slowed, to the horror of the two women in the back.

A few tense minutes passed and hearing nothing Anna choose to take a quick peak over the bench seat to see of the attackers were still there. The sight that greeted her made her heart pound after skipping several beats. What frightened her, even more, was the sound of a gun behind her. Whipping around, almost fast enough to give herself whiplash, Anna gasped at the sight that met her terrified eyes. A single Indian brave sat atop his pony aiming his gun right at her. The realization that she would soon be seeing the Good Lord with her own eyes struck her, and she reached panicked for her bible. In a futile attempt to protect Mary, Anna placed herself, as well as she could in front of her pregnant friend. Clutching her bible like a lifeline, she prayed hard for the protection of herself and her friend.

Anna had never had much, but she wasn't exactly hard off. She had always worked very hard to build a life for herself and she had done alright. After her parents had died she had gone into a bit of a slump. A slump she hoped would end after being reunited with her brother and marrying her future husband, Daniel. All these things flashed through her mind as she watched the brave; looking for all the world, like a rabbit gazing into the jaws of the dog about to eat it. Then his expression changed, troubling Anna even further. He no longer looked like he wanted to kill her, rather like he recognized her from somewhere. It was then she felt the draw, a slight stirring of something in the back of her mind. She was so caught up with the feeling and the strange look that she didn't realize that he was motioning to her to leave until Mary said it.

Quickly she climbed over the high back of the bench seat and quickly drove away. At first, she didn't bother to climb down and sit in the seat properly instead she balanced on the back of the seat. She figured it was quicker this way, and she could slide down to sit properly later. It was a long road to the fort; every minute was agonizing. Hearing her friend in the back screaming in pain and not daring to stop for fear they were being hunted in some sick, psychotic way had every nerve in Anna's body on high alert. As tantalizing and horrible to listen to as they were, Mary's screams were, in their own way, a small blessing. They kept Anna focused on the task at hand, which was getting to the fort and making sure soldiers were sent back to take care of any who had survived. Hopefully, they could track down those damn redskins too. Anna thought as she kept the horses going toward town, and safety.

When Anna finally got to town, she felt as though an eternity had passed. Yelling at some men she saw that she needed help and that the wagon train had been attacked, she pulled up outside one of the small buildings and got down from the wagon.

"There's a woman in the back she's having a baby!" She yelled and heard a woman tell a person named Sara to run for the doctor. After only a couple of hours, Mary held her baby boy in her arms. Anna was so happy that they had gotten into the doctor in time. The only thing dampening her spirits was the thought of all the men and other people she had yet to hear back about after the attack. It pained her that she couldn't answer Mary's questions about her husband, and it didn't help that she had a very bad feeling about the news that would eventually come back on the people of her wagon train.

"Why did that Indian let us go? He looked at you so strangely." Mary asked, almost absently as she gazed down at her strapping baby boy.

Anna had no answer. She couldn't believe that they had come out of the ordeal unscathed, only a little rattled. She searched her brain for an answer, any answer, to give the exhausted woman. She couldn't come up with anything that made even a shred of sense. So instead of answering Mary's questions, she decided to take a different approach.

"Don't think about that now. Get some rest." Anna said to Mary, who being thoroughly exhausted quickly took her advice.

That question and her inability to provide an appropriate answer haunted Anna for the rest of the day. Just the way the Indian had looked at her caused Anna to wonder what it was that he had seen in her. Surely there must have been something to trigger him looking at her in such a way? In fact, how exactly had he looked at her? The look seemed to have no obvious meaning. He was not leering at her as many men did, nor was he glaring. In fact, he seemed to be almost surprised and the hint of recognition on his face troubled her more than anything else. She had certainly never seen him before, yet he seemed to know her. Anna was so distracted by her own thoughts that when her brother announced "he" was out there waiting for her, she could only inquire whom he meant.

"Daniel, he's waiting for you out at his ranch. Who did you think I was talking about?" Her brother, Stuart, said, slightly amused.

When they got to his small house by the church, Anna was more than ready for bed. Yet she found that she couldn't sleep, plagued by thoughts of meeting Daniel and of the strange Indian. Strangely she found herself more focused on the Indian than she did on her meeting tomorrow. She couldn't stop thinking about the look he had given her, and the strange, completely foreign way that the look had made her feel. That stirring of, something, which she couldn't name, yet felt strangely familiar; this feeling which held her thoughts captive and wouldn't let her mind rest until it had been given a name. She found her thoughts straying also to how the Indian had looked, strangely attractive and ruggedly handsome.

Just before she managed to fall asleep she found herself chastising herself for all these thoughts about the Indian. I have a big day tomorrow. I'll be meeting the man who is to be my husband and here I am thinking about some redskin. I should be ashamed of myself. Yet there is something there, I can't explain it, but it is almost like I'm not supposed to forget him. Oh, this is ridiculous; I'm arguing with myself when I should be sleeping. With that final thought, Anna fell into a fitful sleep.

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