I still don't own the patriot only Sophie! Please review, I love and need reviews!!!
Sorry its sort my computer is on the blink!
In the early hours of the morning the horses watched a shadowy figure enter one of the stalls at the far end. The black stallion Satanta watched as the figure removed the hood of their riding cloak and he whinnied a welcome. "Hello boy" cooed Sophie, running her hand over his sleek muscular neck.
Retrieving his saddle and bridle from there hidden spot in the corner of the stall, she tacked him quickly and led him out to the mounting block. Once in the saddle she put the hood back up and trotted quickly out of the yard and continued in a canter till she was surrounded by countryside.
For the past week Sophie had been forbidden from leaving the immediate vicinity of the house. She now had to listen to the constant ranting of her mother about the British and what they would do to her and her innocent daughter and it was slowly driving Sophie insane.
Now free in her own little world Sophie had found peace and was thankful for it. Trotting along a small trail in the forest that peace was now shattered as voices carried to her from ahead. Halting her horse she listened, they were male voices, and there were more then just a few.
Turning to the left Sophie walked Satanta down the small incline taking a wide berth. She wanted to know who was on her father's property at this hour of the morning. Coming to a clearing she halted behind a thicket of briars and dismounted.
Creeping softly she came upon a group of men , not just any men, men dressed in bright red riding jackets, black breeches and bear skin helmets. Fifteen of these men sat around a small campfire some cleaning their equipment, others chatting casually. Sophie frowned, why were red coats on her father's property.
A figure at the far end of the clearing caught her attention. A solitary figure stood grooming a chestnut mare. His piercing grey blue eyes roamed over the shinning coat and Sophie was transfixed by this man. She felt a shiver run down her spine which startled her a little.
But her observation was interrupted as a piercing call from her horse brought the camp to their feet. Eyes widening Sophie crawled away quickly but the soldiers had already been alerted to her where bout's. Grasping the front of the saddle she hauled herself up urging Satanta into a gallop.
They tore up the small incline leaping a ditch, muck flying upward marking Sophie's dress. She dared not stop and went down the old river trail as the path was thick with over growth and would only permit a rider at a time. They galloped onward till they reached the water and halting the tiring animal she listened.
No hooves echoed to meet her and she let out a thankful sigh. Striding across the river Sophie saw her horse's ears flick back and she whipped around eyes wide. The thundering of hooves ran to meet her and Sophie turned quickly and kicked Satanta into a gallop, leaping up the bank the horse fought to charge up the incline, rain at the start of the week had turned the ground into a mire. Sophie begged her horse to make it but it was a lost cause, the ground gave way and her horse crashed to his side, crushing Sophie under him. Pain shot through Sophie's left leg and as Satanta desperately clambered to his feet she rolled away clutching her ankle.
The sound of the approaching hooves distracted her from the pain and she dragged herself to her feet using the stirrup leathers, and gave the horse a hard smack on the rump and a cry of "go".
The horse charged off around the side and over the top just as the red coats came into view. Sophie collapsed back to her side, the pain returning to her. The soldiers cantered to her side, one pulling his mount up right beside her. "Well, well" he said eying her up and down.
"Sir, we've found something" he called to his superior who trotted his horse to the front of the group. "What is it Borden" he barked. Sophie's stomach did a flip. A looming figure sat upon a chestnut charger. His intense eyes bore into her, she felt like a caught deer.
"What is your name miss?" he said aloofly. "Sophie Jameson" she replied "and yours?" a smile crept at the side of his mouth. "Colonel William Tavington, of the Green Dragoons"