Jack had problems sleeping that night; the sheriff had insisted that he should have his wounded arm checked. Jack couldn't let down a request by the sheriff, but he wished he did. His arm's pain had increased since a Doctor put the treatment on it, and he was unable to itch it because the dressing was blocking the wound.

Jack tossed and turned, he tried to find a comfortable position, his hand was pressed against his chest. He was told it would decrease the pain. He sighed in frustration, he just couldn't sleep. Giving up he just listened to the sound outside, listening to the night life and its wonders of what happens out there. How the creatures survive without any weapons or experienced training like he had, how can they carry on going with just the thought that their predator could be round the corner?

His eyes began to flutter when he began to think further, his thoughts were distracting him from the pain in his arm, and gradually he fell asleep.


"Morning girl!"

Jack grinned whilst he began to stroke Myfanway; her short spiky hair gave him a tingling sensation on his hand when he touched her. Patting her on the shoulder he then went to put on her saddle, gently placing it on her back he began to admire the engraved letters on the saddle. 'CJH' could clearly be seen on the bottom right corner; performing a smile he lightly trailed his finger over the letters. Hearing his horse neigh he carried on to put on the saddle.

"I know how you feel, you want to be out there and capturing an Indian. I promise you won't be waiting much longer, but first we have to deal with the Indian we caught yesterday" Jack soothed; he patted her shoulder again once he had finished setting up the saddle.

Walking up to face her he began to stroke the side of her head; he knew that was her favourite placed to be stroked. With her leaning into the touch he grinned.

"That's so sweet!" Jack turned round; Gwen was jumping up and down with joy when she approached them. "You really admire her don't you Jack?" she asked, she also turned to Myfanway; she began to lightly stroke her from behind the ear.

"I sure do. She's my trusty companion, and I certainly couldn't do it without her" Jack smiled, turning to face Gwen his smile grew. "You ready?"


Jack sighed in satisfaction as the cool air hit his face. He deeply inhaled it, enjoying the smell of fresh air from the outdoors, it was overwhelming. He glanced to Gwen next to him, she was riding her horse right beside him, her horse was grey. Jack was surprised to find he was slightly in front, he had extra weight but that wasn't stopping Myfanway from galloping, she was enjoying the challenge.

Jack pulled on his reins when they were approaching the lake; it took a few seconds before Gwen copied his actions. He took in the sight for a moment, just staring at the lake in front of him. Deeply breathing he jumped of Myfanway and turned to the Indian behind her.

"Right just got to deal with this problem first then we can hunt" Jack grinned, undoing the lasso from his legs he threw it to the side and took a tight hold of the legs.

"Sure Jack, no problem" Gwen replied, she watched him as he attempted to move the Indian towards the lake, she lightly giggled.

"What's so funny?" he huffed, he was slowly dragging him towards the lake, the Indian seemed heavier then he last remembered.

"You Jack, you're just so typical" she giggled.

"Hey!" Jack yelled, "I am not! I'm just saving my energy for the live Indian" Jack replied, it wasn't long before he was close to the edge, he lightly sighed in satisfaction.

"Sure Jack, sure" Gwen muttered, she still had a smirk planted on her face.

Jack held his breath, putting in all his strength he took a firm hold of the Indians clothes and began to lift him from the ground. Moving his arms to the right he soon had managed to throw the Indian into the lake.

Pulling himself back up he began to watch the unconscious Indian sink, as the Indian got took under Jack turned back towards Gwen.

"So, Indian hunting?" he grinned.

"Of course!" Gwen replied delightedly, Jack lightly chuckled to himself.

Bending down to receive the lasso he heard Gwen faintly gasp. Raising an eyebrow he carried on to pick it up but he yelped when he soon got pushed over.

He tried to turn himself over but he found himself being unable to move by strong hands pressing down on his back. Breathing deep Jack began to panic; the arms strength felt too strong to be Gwen's and the breathing was deep. Holding his breath he used his strength to turn over, knocking the person off him he soon found himself being attacked by an Indian.

Sorry I haven't updated recently, I've been having trouble at school with bullying and I wasn't even able to concentrate in class, I'm improving again now, so hopefully update again soon.