John had gone to a clearing about a mile from the fort. Thomas hid in the rushes as John met with a young woman, they sat on a wide stump in front of a willow tree talking. His

heart twisted in his chest at the sight. So his friend was a woman. Friend. He could have laughed if his heart wasn't breaking, friend indeed. They talked for a while before the got

up, and he was holding her in his arms. they were staring at each other so deeply, like they were the only two in the world. As they leaned in for a passionate kiss, Thomas felt that

squeeze from yesterday intensify ten fold. he was in utter agony watching the pair. Just then a war cry was came from the opposite side of the clearing and a native attacked John.

Thomas didn't think, he ran, loaded his gun and aimed. He saw the one person in the world he wish he hadn't. His saviour. He was the one trying to kill John. Thomas did the one

thing he could, shoot.