The warriors saw and her and ran towards her with a loud battle cry. They spoke to one another in a language that she had never heard, even in all her years in the wilderness. An arrow struck a tree to her left. She threw herself down, flat against the dark earth.
Everything slowed to a near stand still. A hand reached down and grabbing her by the arm, jerked her upwards. As they dragged her away, she could see the line of her children disappearing into the the thick reeds. A sense of peace and relief overwhelmed her. Even as the warriors screamed, pushing and hitting her, she smiled, relieved they were safe. Seeing her smile, a furious warrior reached out with his fist and knocked her down into the dirt. The last thing Rebecca Boone saw of Kentucky, was the small square of dirt beneath her left eye. Rising over her with his clenched fist high, he struck down at her again and then the world went black.