Meanwhile, Carter was picking flowers in the woods, surrounded by little woodland animals. Squirrels chuckled and birds chirped as the sunlight streamed through the trees. Carter petted a little fawn as it pushed its head under his arm.
"Boy, you guys sure are friendly!" he noted. Carter bent down and scooped up more flowers. He sniffed them and sighed happily, walking along a petunia-lined trail.
All of a sudden, the wind picked up and the sky turned black. The little birds flew away and the fawn darted off into the undergrowth.
Carter's held his hat down as the wind threatened to steal it. Leaves blew in his face and he tried desperately to hold his ground. Thunder clapped above him and rain started to pour down. Then he heard it; whooping and hollering coming from somewhere in the distance. It got louder and louder, until Carter finally realized what it was: Indians. Hundreds of them, all on horseback, all with bows and arrows, all bearing down on one person: him.
Carter screamed and started to run. The wind pushed him back and the rain whipped his face. He ran and tripped over a felled tree. He landed squarely in the mud, but knew he had to get back up again. He kept on running and tripping, hoping to outrun the Indians.
Their whooping got louder and Carter suddenly felt a heavy breathing on his neck and realized that it was one of the Indians' horses, right behind him. He yelped in surprise as he was scooped up by one of the attackers.
"Let me go!" Carter cried, hitting the redskin.
The Indian didn't respond well to pain and frowned. He grabbed the soldier's leg and dangled him upside down. Carter screamed as he was dragged on by the horse, searing pain tearing up his back and neck.
"Stop! Stop!" he shouted over the wind and rain.
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"Stop! Stop!" Carter moaned, thrashing around in his bed covers. He woke with a start and realized that he was alright. His stomach suddenly started to throb and he groaned.
"Curse you, LeBeau!" he hissed.