Chapter Eleven
The next time Blue Fire opened her eyes, she found herself naked from the waist up, with her wrists tied widely above her head, her front against some sort of a cross. Glancing around, she realized it must have been the white men's idea, because she had never seen such a contraption. However, taking a wild guess, she figured the whip on the ground would come in handy to her captors while she was tied up.
Suddenly, there was a splash of water in her face, and she sputtered and coughed, glaring into the brown eyes of a young girl.
"Oh, sorry," Small Fox said, sweetly. "I thought you were still asleep."
Blue Fire growled at her. "So, what is it?" she asked. "Hanging? Knives? The white man's rifle? What?"
The girl shrugged. "Don't know," she said. "My father and the council are still deciding on this matter. Your mother is speaking on your behalf. Oh, the white men are ready for you," Small Fox grinned, stepping back when one man picked up the whip. The Indian got a good look at it, and then wished she hadn't - the whip was a crude looking piece of leather, one end splayed into a half-dozen eight-inch long strips, causing each lash to be six-times worse.
"Glad to see you're awake, savage," he spat, rotating his wrist and shoulder to prepare for the long lashing. "It'll be much more fun to see you scream, for murdering my friends!"
Blue Fire said nothing, even when the first blow made contact with her skin, and the man cried out a loud, "One!" as the whip hit its mark. The leather cracked across her back, leaving a bloody mark in its path, from her shoulder down to her lower back. It stung like crazy, and burned as the open air hit it, but she didn't dare make a noise.
"Forty-nine more," said the man. "I'll have you begging for mercy and crying in pain by the time I'm through with you, you heartless bitch." Still snarling, the man brought the whip down again, and again, and again, each time harder than the last, trying to get a sound out of the stoic warrior woman he was beating.
Although the Indian tasted blood, from biting her lip in anguish, she did not scream. She told herself she was not going to give the white man the pleasure. The urge to cry out was great, and the pain was blinding, but she swallowed the feeling, and tried her best to think of Alicia's smile.
Taking his time, it was nearly thirty minutes later before the man was done. Having stripped his shirt off during the process, the hot sun making him sweat in his work, he picked up his soiled garment, and shoved it against the fresh wounds.
Blue Fire was nearly unconscious, but the stinging sensation quickly brought her back to reality, and she knew she'd have deep teeth marks on her bottom lip. In fact, she was surprised she hadn't bitten all the way through.
"Let the vultures pick at you," he growled, walking away, as Blue Fire hung by her wrists, unable to hold up her own weight any longer. She heard the white men leave, and knew they had only come to watch her receive her punishment. They had no concerns about what the Indians did to her afterwards.
"Tu (water)?" offered a voice, and Blue Fire weakly raised her head, barely enough to nod, that slight movement enough to make her eyes swim and her stomach churn.
Gently bringing the ladle to parched lips, the girl allowed her former sister to drink, even though most of it dribbled down her chin. Like it or not, she did feel bad, and thought the white men had been harsh, in the way they'd taken their time to make her suffer all the more.
"I have a question for you, Dotth'izh ko'," she began, and the tall woman raised an eyebrow at her, however weakly. "That white woman they say you were with when you left… why were you in her home?"
Blue eyes widened. "Is she here?" she demanded, trying to crane her neck to check behind her for the blonde, although it hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before, and made her nauseous. "Answer me, please! Is she here?"
"I don't think so, why?" responded the young woman.
"I can't let her see me like this," she said, hanging her head. "Great Spirit, tell me she didn't watch it. It'd be too hard on her, and she doesn't deserve that pain. Please, do you know if she's okay?" The girl shrugged, and Blue Fire struggled against her bonds for a moment. "I have to make sure she's all right!
"They left her with Jake! He's going to do something, I know it!" she snarled. "Can you send someone out there, to check on her?" the injured woman pleaded.
"No one will want to help a white woman!" spat the girl, and the tall Indian sighed, knowing the young girl was right.
"But I must do something!" she cried, tears forming in her worry. "He will hurt her, I know he will! It's him, he's the Shadow Man!" There was no other reason for the man to be so interested in Alicia's land, as to be surveying it when he thought the woman wasn't looking - but a certain Indian was. And it made sense - he was still angry about Matthew Winters' loan from him, the money he was owed.
It's amazing what a white man will do for money, Robyn sighed.
"Small Fox, I'm begging you to help me," Blue Fire said, and the girl's brown eyes widened in surprise.
Blue Fire… begging? That didn't happen every day. In fact, when she took a moment to think about it, it had never happened before. The explanation would be interesting.
"Why? What is so special of this white woman?" the girl demanded.
The tall woman's voice was a bare whisper, and for a moment, Small Fox wasn't sure she'd spoken. "I love her," she said, her eyes downcast. "She is my heart, and my soul, and my life. I do not expect you to understand, Small Fox, but she is my soul mate. I have found the one that I will love for all time, and she doesn't even know it," she said, a tear making its way down her bronzed cheek, falling to the ground, making a sole imprint in the dirt.
The next time Blue Fire looked up, she realized the young girl had a knife in her hand. Tilting her head back, she exposed her neck, and urged, "Do it. Go on, just be quick. The sooner you do it the sooner I can watch over Alicia once more."
To her surprise, she felt no pain in her neck, but more of a tingling in her wrists. Watching in astonishment, she saw Small Fox cut her ties, and toss her the shirt nearby, which had been thrown in the dirt after it had been removed to bare her back.
"Go to her," said the girl.
"But, escape means certain death! And for you, as well," said Blue Fire, hesitantly, struggling to regain her footing as she nearly fell, her legs weak, her feet sore and torn.
"If you really love her, you will go, and let me deal with the council. I am the Chief's daughter, I will tell them you never should have been banished, and the kill you made was in defense for your life," Small Fox said, handing her the knife. "I will take the punishment for lying, as that is what brought this on in the first place. Perhaps you may return some day.
"I am sorry," she finished, quietly.
"Thank you," said Blue Fire, sincerely, startling the girl by placing a quick kiss on her forehead before she left. To see the young girl so mature, grown enough to take responsibility for her actions no matter how late… the gesture meant a lot to Blue Fire, who had learned from Alicia that people deserve a second chance.
"You are forgiven." That said, she sped off, putting on her shirt as she ran, trying to ignore the pain it caused in her tender and wounded back, which was a bloody mess. Her feet were raw and painful, still bleeding in places, from the long drag she'd undergone from Alicia's Ranch to the Apache camp.
Even so, Robyn's only concern was of Alicia, and she barely felt the pain for the adrenaline and worry coursing through her body.
Reaching the Ranch just a little before dusk, she searched frantically for Alicia, but found nothing. Jake, Alicia, they were both gone. Wolf was there, and greeted her anxiously, having been locked in the house.
"I need help," she admitted, aloud. "But who can I turn to? My own people will not help a white woman, and the whites will not believe me. If I go to the sheriff, he will only arrest me," she said.
Suddenly, it hit her. The one white man she could trust who would believe her! Taking off as fast as she could, Wolf close on her heels, the woman raced through the town, coming to a ranch with horses, and chickens, and goats. Knocking on the door, she called to the man.
"Anderson!" the tall Indian cried, and the man rushed out the door.
"What's going on?" he demanded. "Robyn, is that you? Is that a wolf? I'm in the middle of dinner! What's wrong?" He hadn't seen the woman for more than a couple of months; since she and Alicia had dropped off the yearling he'd requested, which was doing very well, especially since Blue Fire had been kind enough to train the young horse for him.
"Alicia is in trouble," she said. "Jake and Brian are working together to get her land, and Jake has taken her somewhere. You must get the sheriff and help me! I would go, but he would only arrest me, and Alicia is in danger!"
"Whoa, whoa," said the dark-haired man, trying to get her to calm down. It was no surprise to him that the woman was Indian - he'd gathered as much the first time he'd seen her choker. But what was this nonsense she was rambling on about? "Now just hold on a minute. Jake and Brian are what?"
"They want Alicia's land, and it was their idea to poison the feed and get me out of the way," she explained. "Get the sheriff, and take Wolf. He will go with you, and when I find her, I will whistle for him. Just follow him, and he will lead you to us," Blue Fire said.
"Please, Anderson!" she begged, when the man looked reluctant. "Alicia may be hurt! I have to go to her!"
"Go," he said. "We'll follow with help."
Nodding, she told Wolf to stay, and the tall woman was off like a shot. If she was hiding someone, where would she take them? Probably not someone's home, or even their own, so a cottage was out of the picture. Someplace where they couldn't be heard very well if they screamed…
"The mine!" she realized, and started in that direction. Not far off Alicia's property was an old mine, closed down because it had been labeled a danger to the workers. Blue Fire remembered thinking that if the white men would close it down, it had to be very a serious hazard, because she knew they worked their men in some of the worst conditions imaginable. They would kill their own to make money.
Now she was ready to go charging in there without a second thought.
Once inside, she listened closely, trying to decipher whose voices she heard, and where they were coming from. Hearing two deeper tones, she assumed Jake and Brian were there, and an occasional shout told her they were probably yelling at Alicia, so that meant the woman was there with them.
"Great Spirit, if they've harmed one hair of her head, the sheriff will have two more murders on his hands," she whispered. Creeping through the tunnels, she retraced her steps when the voices grew fainter, and was soon able to follow the light shed by their lanterns.
Once she was sure she knew where they were located, and could find it again, she quietly moved out into the open, and whistled through her teeth. A sound that was almost too high pitched for her to know if she'd made a sound or not, she knew Wolf would hear it, and now only had to wait.
Minutes later, Wolf, Anderson, Sheriff Pete Riser, and a few other men, came running up. Dismounting quickly, Anderson approached the Indian, and she shook his hand, thankful for his quick response.
"You and you," she said, pointing to two men with the sheriff, "come in with us. Anderson and I will help you all bring them out, and the rest of you will stay out here in case they try to escape. Come," she urged, leading the way, motioning for them to stay quiet, ignoring the angry look the sheriff was shooting at her.
Blue Fire rounded the corner first, and her blood instantly rose to a boil. Tied at the hands and feet, Alicia was sitting on the ground, a gag in her mouth, blood trailing down from her split lip. Jake was playfully aiming a pistol at her, and Brian was checking the lantern, which was dimming.
"Let her go," spoke the woman, and Alicia's eyes widened upon seeing her. Jake spun around, and leveled the pistol at her chest, pulling back the hammer.
"You've been nothing but trouble," said Jake, hotly. "I'm this close to completing a plan for taking her land, and you show up! Can't you just be a good little Indian and go do a rain dance or something?"
Robyn growled at him. "I'm tempted to demonstrate a scalping," she snarled, and the man laughed, as Brian came up behind her, ready to fight.
"Oh, I'm shaking," Jake chuckled, steadying the gun once more.
"Don't even think about it," she warned, kicking Brian in the gut, hard enough to send him sprawling back into the wall.
"Hey!" cried Jake. "Leave him be, will you? Now, you walk out of here, and she dies. You stay, and you both die." To show his point, he raised the weapon to the tall woman's head, and placed his finger inside the trigger well.
"Fire that gun and we'll all die," said Anderson, coming to stand beside her. "Come on, Jake, give it up."
"Oh, goody," he grinned, "two heroes. If I can't get what I want, no one can!" Aiming the barrel of the gun upwards, he fired a shot at the ceiling, trying to ensure that the Indian would never meddle in his plans again… nor would Alicia.
Almost instantaneously, the rumble began, shaking the weak foundation. Rocks began falling, and Blue Fire dove for the gun as soon as the lantern blew out, wrestling the weapon from the man's grip, another shot going into the walls during the struggle.
"Take him," she cried, shoving Jake to the two sheriff's men after throwing the gun deep into the trembling cavern. Drawing her knife, she cut Alicia's bonds, and helped her to stand, also covering her from the falling debris. Hearing a moan, she growled when she realized Brian's leg was trapped underneath a fallen beam, and called to Anderson.
"Anderson, take her outside," she said, and the man obediently took Alicia's shoulders to guide her.
"What about you?" he asked.
"Go!" she shouted. "This whole place is going to come down on your head, and hers, if you don't leave now! Get her out of here!" she cried, and the man hesitated for only a moment, before leading the woman out of the crumbling mine.
"I should leave you here to die," she sighed, bracing her feet to lift the beam. "When I lift this, you will move, or I will drop it on you again and not come back." The boy nodded, quickly, his eyes wide. Coughing in the dust, Blue Fire grunted as the strain pulled at her back, but didn't stop lifting. Her shoulders stretching to their limit, she heard the boy scramble back, and let it drop.
"Can you stand?"
Brian nodded. "But, I can't walk," he said, and Robyn sighed, heavily.
"Put your arm over my shoulder," she ordered, wincing when he was forced to lean his arm on her wounds, she slipped her arm around his waist, supporting him as she dragged him along. The walls literally coming down around them, Blue Fire found it nearly impossible to see, and stumbled along, nearly falling several times, having to catch Brian several more.
Outside, the sheriff and his men gasped when the whole thing collapsed, sending a thick cloud of dust into the air. Beams and stones were seen blocking the entryway, and Alicia had tears in her eyes, knowing the Indian was still in there, Anderson the only thing keeping her from rushing towards the cave-in.
Inside, Blue Fire dove for cover, taking the boy down with her, covering him with her body, allowing the debris to make impact with her back, hissing at the pain. When it was over, just seconds later, she struggled to her feet, and looked around for an opening, knowing they were somewhere near the entryway.
"There," said Brian, pointing near the top of the "wall" where a draft was coming through, and a bit of moonlight could be seen. "You can get out there."
Blue Fire nodded. "Yes, but you can't climb with your leg," she said, and began digging. Starting at the top, she worked quickly, and built a small stone ramp for the injured man to climb up to the hole, and then get out.
"You will go first; they will help you out," she said. "I will follow. Go." Giving him a shove in the right direction, she helped the boy walk up the makeshift ramp, and then climb through the hole. Taking a few moments to catch her breath, she wiped some sweat from her face, and realized with surprise that blood coated her hand, not sweat.
"Great," she muttered, stumbling through the hole and to the outside world.
"Robyn!" cried Alicia, rushing towards her as soon as she had taken a few steps on solid ground. "You're bleeding!"
Ignoring the pain she knew it would cause, the tall woman pulled the small blonde close to her, in a strong hug, tears in her eyes at the feeling. Alicia returned the embrace, oblivious to the whip marks she was hurting, and neither woman wanting to let go.
"Are you all right?" asked Blue Fire, pulling back long enough to lock eyes with the rancher, who nodded.
"I'm fine," said Alicia, "but you…" Her voice trailed off as she eyed the damage, and gasped. Blood trailed from the tall Indian's forehead, from a gash on her cheek and above her eye, and, judging by the way she was standing, her back was also injured. Glancing down at her feet, green eyes widened at their poor and battered condition.
"I will be all right," Robyn assured her. Meeting the blonde's gaze, she allowed her feelings to show in her clear blue eyes, and the corner of her mouth turned up a bit, as she felt a little nervous. Slowly, gently holding the woman's chin with her left hand, she ran the other through fine blonde hair, and gathered her courage. Leaning down, looking for any sign that Alicia didn't want her to continue, she softly pressed her lips against her love's, and was lost.
The feeling was exquisite - it was a rush, but neither had felt more secure. Blue Fire let her hands caress the soft skin of Alicia's face, and felt her own skin come alive when the blonde covered her hands with her own smaller ones.
And the tall Indian felt the world drop out from under her when a questioning tongue gently probed her mouth. Moaning lightly, she did the same, and felt Alicia place her hands behind her neck, pulling her even closer. Blue Fire wrapped her arms around the smaller woman's waist, and simply melded with her, their bodies fitting perfectly together, as though they were made for each other.
This is love, thought the Indian, blissfully. If it is not, Great Spirit take my breath from me now, for I know I can never possibly feel this happy again.
Reluctantly, when she began to feel lightheaded, and not just from the blissful kiss, Blue Fire pulled back. Blue eyes met dancing green, and she smiled, kissing the blonde's forehead with care.
"I am more than all right, now," she grinned, and Alicia blushed. The color deepened when Anderson and a few of the sheriff's men began cheering, the others not caring for the display.
The Indian raised an eyebrow at them, wryly. "If you don't mind, Alicia and I will continue this conversation later, in private, and, if it's not too much trouble for you all, I would like to go home."
As if sensing her hurt, the blonde took her hand and led her to the wagon, which the sheriff had sent one man to retrieve. He offered to bring a doctor, but Blue Fire and Alicia both refused, knowing they'd take care of each other just fine.
"Blue Fire!" called Brian, as she stepped into the wagon. Glancing back, she raised an eyebrow at him as a few men helped him settle in the saddle, Jake already in handcuffs on another horse. "Why'd you do it?" he asked. "Why'd you come back for me? What'd you expect?"
The Indian sighed, and looked away for a moment, before responding. "From you? Nothing," she admitted. "From me? Nothing less."
"Hold on just a minute, there, Blue Fire," warned Pete Riser, and the Indian paused, giving the man a bored look. "What about your punishment for murdering those two men?"
Alicia jumped to her feet before the tall Indian had a chance to respond, coming at the man with, "You said it was up to her own people to punish her, sheriff. You even sent two of your own men along to make sure she got what you thought she deserved, so don't even try to backpedal this one!
"Blue Fire has more than paid her dues, and even did more than she had to, saving Brian and all," reminded the fiery blonde. "The next time you talk to her, it had better be to chat about the weather, because so help me God if you bother her unnecessarily, I'll…"
"Alicia," spoke Robyn, gently, hiding her smile well. As much as she appreciated the gesture, the woman was getting in deep with the white law, and she didn't want the blonde to get into trouble.
"I get the picture," mumbled the sheriff, upset about not being able to get rid of the damned meddlesome Indian once and for all, but deciding he'd just have to try another tactic. The savage bitch would be out of the way soon, if he had anything to say about it. With a heavy sigh, he climbed on his horse and rode away, Jake and Brian in tow, as Alicia returned to her place beside Blue Fire.
The ride back to the ranch was rather bumpy, and each jolt made Blue Fire wince, but, eventually, they came to a stop, and Alicia helped the tall woman from the wagon. Assuring everyone they would be okay, she watched them drive away, and then led the Indian into the house.
"Sit," she said, pointing to the couch, and the woman obediently sat, being careful not to lean back. "First I'll take care of your head, then your back, and then your feet, all right?"
Blue Fire nodded. "And then I will tend to your wounds," she insisted, and Alicia smiled. The Indian sighed, and carefully stripped off her shirt, as the blonde retrieved the supplies she would need.
Alicia lost her breath for a moment, when she came back into the room, and saw the woman sitting topless on her couch, despite the fact that her back was turned to her. The surprise was quickly replaced by worry, when she noticed the innumerable amount of welts and deep cuts that marred the Indian's strong back.
The only word that came to her mind was shredded.
"Oh, Robyn," she said, sitting beside her, cloth and salve in hand. "I'm afraid this is going to hurt."
"Don't worry," Blue Fire said, reaching back to squeeze the blonde's hand, reassuringly. "Do what you must."
As gently as she could, Alicia cleansed the cuts on her back, since she'd rather get those done, tell the woman to put her shirt back on, and then work on the lacerations to her face. She removed gravel, and dust, and even small bits of leather from the wounds, before coating them with an antibiotic ointment, pleased when none needed stitches.
"You can put your shirt on, now," said Alicia, and, albeit carefully, the Indian did just that. Then, turning around, she let the blonde treat her injured face the same way. She tried not to, but when the woman got to the gash on her cheek, she flinched, and green eyes looked sad.
"Sorry," said Alicia, quietly, looking away for a moment. Working in silence, she stitched the slash, and then asked the woman to put her feet up on the couch. Placing them on her lap, the blonde bit her lip when she realized how much pain the woman had to have been in, having to run across the land with her feet already as bloody as they were.
Softly, she cleaned and treated each wound, promising to wrap Blue Fire's sore feet in warm cloths later on, to help her rest.
"Thank you," said Blue Fire, and motioned for the woman to turn to her, so she could see to her split lip. Gently wiping away the blood, she kissed the tender forehead when she was done.
To her surprise, she found tears falling from the beautiful green orbs she loved. "Alicia?" she asked, concerned. "What is wrong? Do you hurt?"
The blonde shook her head. "This is all my fault," she said, sniffling. "If I hadn't insisted you stay, you wouldn't have to pull me out of trouble every time you turn around. You got hurt coming after me," she cried, and Blue Fire's heart constricted at the genuine sorrow in her soft voice.
"Alicia, if I had not met you, I would not be alive," she said, and the woman looked confused. "You saved my life, that day you brought me to your home and tended to my wounds. You asked nothing in return - you did not even know I would stay, and yet you cared for me.
"And your kindness saved my soul," she continued. "Before, I was an Apache warrior, who killed because it was what I knew how to do. Now, I can still kill, but I choose not to, if I can help it. You have taught me how to forgive. And how to love," the Indian added, quietly. "I do not regret a single day I have spent with you. I love you, Alicia."
"Oh, Blue Fire," cried the blonde, sinking into the strong woman's embrace, leaning against her. "I love you, too." There was a small silence. "About what Sheriff Riser said… about those men…" the blonde wasn't sure how to continue.
Robyn sighed, understanding what the woman was asking. "After my tribe banished me, Moonbeam traveled into the white man's camp, and they captured me," she explained, deciding to give the woman the condensed version, and spare her the details. "When one of them tried to… touch me, after taking the ear-drop from my ear and pushing the arrow deeper into my shoulder, I snapped his neck to stop him from doing any more.
"Another man came in, and aimed his gun at me, so I threw my knife, hitting him in the chest," the woman sighed. "The gun went off… that's the bullet you took out of my thigh. I rode as fast as I could on Moonbeam, but they were shooting at me, and one eventually hit my horse."
Taking a moment to swallow the lump in her throat, Blue Fire finished, "He went down, and I ran as far as I could, before tripping and landing in the ravine where I'm assuming you found me. It was self-defense," she added, quietly.
The rancher nodded. "I never once thought it was in cold blood, Blue Fire," she assured the Indian, taking her hand.
"Alicia, why did Jake want your land so bad?" asked Robyn, after a moment.
"Before Matt got sick," she began, "he had an agreement with Jake that he would take over the land, should something happen to him, since he had loaned us the most money to get started. When they got into an argument, over the money I suppose, Matt withdrew his offer, saying the Ranch would go to me. He died, I got the Ranch, and I guess Jake wasn't very happy," she said.
"But I never thought he'd try…" Her voice trailed off as she thought of her frightening ordeal, and remembered how close she'd come to being killed by a former friend. Tears sprang to her eyes, and Blue Fire quickly took her into her strong arms.
"Shh…," murmured Robyn, into the woman's hair. "I've got you, my love. It's okay. I am here, and I will never let you go," she swore.
I was wrong, she thought, as Alicia's breathing matched her own, and the woman relaxed. She grinned as she felt their hearts beating, as one, and placed a soft kiss on the blonde head that was tucked under her chin.
This is love.