A/N: Hi all!

Here is chapter 3, I do hope you will enjoy this! Life has been pretty busy, school pretty much owns me until March 20th when we get our spring break.

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Chapter 3:

It did not take long for her to reach the entrance of the small hut that housed the five men. Slipping inside the warm structure, she was relieved to see that no farther harm had come to them and yet no one had bothered to treat their various wounds. Setting her jaw in determination she approached one of the Whiteman to examine his injuries.

"What is your name?" she asked as she knelt beside him.

"My name is Jack Quinsy miss," he replied after he cleared his throat, "I am one of the leaders from Jamestown."

The native nodded as she carefully looked him over. The bleeding had stopped and his color looked better than it had before. She could tell that he did not need her attention right away.

"You are safe now," she said as she stood up and walked up towards Thomas.

"Nakoma," the young man said as she bent towards his level.

"Thomas," she said after a moment, "I am sorry we are seeing one another under these circumstances."

"It is not your doing," Thomas replied as his eyes went over towards John in the other corner, "Go and check up on him. He got it a lot worse than we all did."

The woman said nothing as she gazed at the young man. She could see a swollen lip and a deep gash to his shoulder. A long cut ran from his forearm to his hand. She watched as he applied pressure to the nasty looking slash. She could also see his ankle was twisted in what looked to be a very painful way. The native sighed in relief as she had seen him put weight on the foot in question thus she knew it was not broken.

"I will bind your foot for you," she said as Thomas shook his head.

"Thomas is right," a young boy from Nakoma's own tribe suddenly spoke, "They beat and slashed us just a little bit however John got.-"

"Enough of that Nootau," the captain sharply interrupted the young boy from across the hut, "Nakoma, you take care of everyone first. I am alright. I have been through a lot worse."

The native woman did not heed his words as she walked over and knelt by her friend's side. Though the light was far from ideal, Nakoma could see that he was not as well off as he tried to seem. The wounds looked more severe than what had befallen his fellow comrades. Having more time to look over him she could see a bloody deep wound in his chest along with what looked to be lash marks on his torso.

"John," the woman carefully said as she gingerly touched his shoulder, "Can you take a deep breath for me? I need to see if anything inside of you is misplaced."

She loathed the words as soon as they left her mouth, however she knew she had to ask him to do the action. Her mind went to Pocahontas and it seemed to ground the woman as she gazed at her best friend's husband.

The woman gazed on as he took in a deep breath. Nakoma tried to be quick as she felt for any broken bones in his abdomen as he then slowly exhaled the air in his lungs.

"Nothing appears broken," she said after another moment of touching his upper and part of his lower body, "How did they torture you?"

"They slashed us with knives and hit him a lot," another boy answered as the man beneath her winced. Nakoma looked down at her tan hands that were now covered in John's blood. The native swiftly removed her hands, wiping them on a clean cloth before discarding it and reaching in her bundle for the herbs that she had brought from Tuka's longhouse.

"This will hurt," she softly said as she dabbed a strange mixture on a cloth and placed it over the deep gash in John's chest. The shock of the sudden pain nearly took the captain's breath away as he momentarily recoiled at Nakoma's touch.

"I am so sorry," she said as his eyes briefly closed until the wave of agony past.

"It is alright," he replied as he sighed and Nakoma placed another herb soaked cloth onto the large wound. The native trying to think of anything she could say to keep the exhausted men awake. The woman struggling to hold back the flood of emotions treating the men had arisen within her. For it was not nearly the sight of torture and war that she hated but the fact that her own husband was partially if not fully responsible for it.

"I, I am so very sorry," she said again as she choked back a sob. It would do no good crying right now as she blinked back tired tears of her own. Nakoma blinking in surprise as she felt a hand on her cheek.

"Listen to me," John said as she finished placing the last bandage on his front. "This is not your fault. Pocahontas and Powhatan will know that and all of us here know it."

"I fear my actions tonight will be for naught," Nakoma said quietly as with some difficulty she and John were able to turn the captain onto his uninjured side as she tended to his whipped back. The heeler inspecting the wounds she being grateful he would not be able to see her face.

"I know that in a few days you will be better," Nakoma said while beginning to clean the wounds on his back. The cuts were fortunately shallow thus minimum scarring if any was likely and this fact made a small smile spread itself onto her countenance.

"Pocahontas and Powhatan will be here before then," John said as the woman jolted in surprise.

"They will be here in a few days?"

The heeler inquired as she briefly shut her eyes. If what the captain said was true it confirmed her earlier suspicions of what she had told Tuka in his longhouse a short time ago. That time had felt like many hours as her eyes traveled towards the hole in the top of the hut.

"They will be here tomorrow," John answered as he could feel Nakoma's hands trembling, "Powhatan sent us out a day ahead to announce his arrival. Pocahontas is coming to make certain of peace."

Silence reigned in the small hut for what seemed like days as Nakoma took in the message John had just relayed.

"We tried to tell the warriors," Thomas said, "However, they told us that it did not matter. Your new people it seems want war with us."

"I informed them that Jamestown would fight until the last man," Jack continued as the others nodded.

The world felt like it was spinning as Nakoma clutched the cloth to her abdomen. Pocahontas and her original people were coming in just a few hours?

"Are, are you certain?"

"Yes," John responded after a moment's pause, "I think I have a plan to at least temporarily halt what will happen if we do nothing about this situation."

"What idea is that? The village is heavily guarded, there is no way of escape and besides you are to injured.-"

"Nakoma," the captain said through gritted teeth as the woman being addressed started to slowly tend to his wounds again, "I will discuss it with these men. I am sure they will go along with it. My idea does not require an escape. You need to trust me on this."

"Do you know if they are planning to kill us at dawn?" Jack asked as Nakoma shakily cleaned her hands on another cloth.

"I do not think so," she slowly replied as she sighed, "What do you have in mind?"

"I have this handled," he replied, "I am alright now. Thank you for your help Nakoma, I truly do appreciate it. You can tend to the other men."

"John.-"

"Go tend to the others…"

"But John.-"

"Nakoma," his voice held a warning edge to it, "Will you please trust me on this?"

"John… I… What about Pocahontas?..."

Her voice trailed off as he did not reply. The woman exhaled as she got to her feet and approached one of the young boys from her initial tribe.

"Do you know of his idea?" She inquired in her native tongue as the boys shook their heads.

"We all know that John Smith will do anything for the interest of peace," Akando said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I believe he knows what he is doing."

Nakoma gazed at the two boys who could not be any more than thirteen winters as she smiled and nodded her head to show that she agreed with them no matter how hesitant it seemed. It was not that she doubted the captain, it was Hassun and especially his father that truly concerned her.

It only took a few more minutes for the young woman to see to everyone's injuries and even shorter still to fetch them water in order to quench their thirst. Nakoma stood back and surveyed her work before she headed towards the door.

"I hope you know what you are doing John Smith," she said before quickly leaving and heading towards the river in order to wash the feel and smell of blood from her body. The heeler shivering as she made her way towards her own longhouse in the dead of night, she knowing that dawn was just a few hours away from breaking. She also knowing that she had to crawl in to bed and try to sleep so she would not arise the suspicions of her husband. The woman had to slightly smile as she entered her hut, finding Hassun in the exact same position as she had last seen him in. She being thankful to the spirits that he was a heavy sleeper as she huddled up next to him under the thick furs.

The woman had no clue as to tomorrow's events. Nakoma sighed as she murmured a prayer to the spirits above her while the wind blew outside and she fell in to a restless sleep.

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