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Chapter 1- Memories of the past
'Can this truly last?' Chavez thought as he rode down the street of San Francisco. He had escaped from Lincoln alive but he knew in his heart his past would come back to haunt him; and that's when he saw her. She looked just like he remembered her, only her hair was shorter. She must have felt his eyes on her because she turned and looked at him. The wind blew back the brown ringlets that were her hair and her brown eyes twinkled as she recognized him.
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(a/n all future chapters, except the last, will be a flashback)
He spun the knife in his hand as he looked at the doe grazing. She twitched and looked up, at that moment Chavez threw. The knife stuck in her thigh, she tried to run but he was on her in a second; he slit her throat to finish the job.
Chavez breathed a short prayer for the animal and slung her over his horse. The doe was thin, he thought with a frown. He could easily see the outline of the ribs against her hide, but meat was rare on this barren land and he was lucky she had even strayed this far at all.
As he neared the village, he saw there was some kind of commotion going on. The whole village was gathered in a crowd and shouting, he thought he could make out the words of 'burn her' and 'kill her'. He swung down with his horse still in a trot and pushed through the crowd.
At first he thought it was an Indian woman, she was wearing the garb of the plains Indians, Cherokee maybe. But a better look told him she was a white woman, her skin was tanned dark from the sun and what he could tell was normally a fair, lovley face, was painted in war colors.
"What's going on?" He asked to no one in particular.
He watched as the captive was drug off to a near by Hogan. She cast a despairing look in Chavez direction, and then she disappeared inside
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The sun was almost completely out of sight as Chavez entered the captive's Hogan. She lifted her head and looked at him curiously. Her brown eyes caught light from the last rays of the sun and took on a reddish tint.
"I talked to the Dine' who captured you. They said you fired at them. Shot my cousin in the shoulder as a matter of fact…. and you were wearing war paint." He said quietly.
"They snuck up on me while I was camping outside of Lincoln. All I saw were three pairs of eyes staring at me! What would you have done?" She yelled angrily.
"Fair enough. Then explain the war paint. As if a white woman wearing war paint isn't odd enough."
"I came here to kill the man who killed my father."
"One of my tribe killed your father?"
"No, I only shot at your people because I can't take chances! The men who killed my father know what I look like and probably will be expecting me to try something like this. I tried to tell the tribe the truth but they were too angry to listen!"
Chavez chewed on her statements in his mind a moment. "That still doesn't explain why a WHITE WOMAN would wear war paint."
She at looked genuinely offended. "You think you know so much?" she smiled. "Not all whites are the same in body and mind and life experience."
Chavez smiled a little "what is your name?"
"Star" she stated simply
"Star? Does that have anything to do with this?" He pulled an ivory handled gun from the back of his pants; on the side of the gun was a silver sheriff's star.
"Yes.'star' is my nickname or 'gun hand' name if you prefer. That star belonged to my father."
"You. A gun hand?" Chavez replied razing his eyebrows
She grinned up at him in reply.
He gave an amused "humph!" as he turned to go. "I'll return in the morning." He said. "Then we'll decide what to do with you."
Ok first off before anyone attempts to flame me, I am very well aware this is a Mary Sue. It's supposed to be. Thank you. All other criticism is welcome.
