Thankful (Completed)

Chapter 11- The Agreement

Emily Johnston felt the sudden tension in the air as both she and the strange feathered man came into view. A chill ran through the hearts of the pilgrims, and it came not from the winter winds.

Emily gave a slight jump when a sudden voice called out loudly beside her,

"Welcome Englishmen!"

Emily glanced up quickly at the stranger. He spoke with such authority and confidence, so much in fact that she suddenly felt very small beside this towering presence.

The men stopped their tiring work and hesitantly gathered around while the women watched fearfully, keeping their children close by. A cold hand grabbed Emily about the wrist. Emily looked over to see Ms. Mary Smith beckoning her over. Though the woman kept a calm face, her eyes told a story of fear and worry.

Samoset did not seem to notice the absence of the young girl, nor did it bother him, as one of the men stepped forward to speak. Emily heard none of what was said, as her foster mother pulled her away quickly.

"What shall I do with you child?"

Emily frowned darkly and pulled away from the woman.

"I am not a child, I am fourteen!"

Mary Smith raised her eyes. "I see a child who runs off on a whim, and causes naught but worry!"

Emily suddenly looked at this woman curiously, as if she could suddenly see clearly.

"You are afraid of the Indians."

"Is not everyone?" Returned Ms. Smith.

Emily had no answer. Was she afraid of the indians? This Samoset did not frighten her. She found him unusual and curious.

"I am not afraid of them." Said Emily. As the words flew from her mouth she felt taller and braver.

Much to the orphan's surprise, Mary gave a smile. "That is good. Prehaps God shall use these Indians to heal your hurt, where I could not."

Emily felt her newly found height vanish, as these words forced themselves foward. Her mouth was open to protest the very name of God, but no words came. Where should she began? Emily was not given a change to form her debate, as Mary Smith walked away, wisps of fiery red hair flew out fromt the side of her bonnet in the chilly wind.

There, Emily Johnston stood. Deflated and without a word of rebuttal to give. The wind picked up and blew harder as if it was trying to scream the words for her.

Emily turned as one of the men announced in a loud voice over the furry of the wind,

"Samoset has agreed to give us aid to survive the winter! We shall find a lasting friendship with the Wampanog peoples!"

Cheers went up through the crowd as men shouted their gladness. The women were able to relax a little and the children, free of their mother's grasp, rushed out to play in the free yet cold air.

But what of Emily? She who once feared not the indians, felt lost and somewhat betrayed.

"She is wrong. The Indians shall not heal me, for I am unhealable."

With that, she made a promise to herself, to keep her distance. From the Indians. From Peace. And from God.

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