They were greeted at the village with shouts and cheers. They pushed her ahead of them, shoving her down. As she rose, she found herself face to face with a fierce looking older Indian. He was, no doubt, the chief. He spoke at her with harshness, pointing. She stretched herself to her full height before him, wishing she could borrow a few of Daniel's inches. She said nothing, but glared into his eyes. His eyes showed surprise that she did not look away or cower in fear. He reached out and touched a strand of her long red hair. Turning to those behind them he spoke rapidly and laughed, dropping the strand of copper hair.
Her temper got the better of her. "Keep your hands off me!" She yelled. "You must be in charge here. Well, you better let me go, now! My husband is coming for me and when he gets here, he'll level this whole village. He will come for me! Daniel Boone will find me!"
If they recognized his name she couldn't tell. She almost immediately regretted losing her temper as two braves came towards her. Grabbing her by the arms they dragged her kicking to a post. Tying her to it, they struck her again and again. She closed her eyes and dreamed of home.