Ma'iitsoh

Prologue

Wolf
(Ma_iitsoh)

Love is a bitter sweet tragedy.

Kathryn Freesia Judson put down the newspaper she was reading. In a one horse boomtown, any news would brighten her day.
So the treaties have been signed, she continued to read.
Two treaties were signed which created the Navajo Reservation. One was signed by Chippewa Leaders in Kansas and the other in New Mexico Territory. Kat searched for the date June first, eighteen-sixty eight. I have to get out of here, she thought to herself. Providence is ready and saddled. Kat opened the door as silently as possible. The darn thing creaked and one day will come off its hinges. The night air was cold was ice cold, but it affirmed her desire to get as far away as possible. Kat rode on. Kat had no idea what the time was. It was dark, cold and storm clouds hung low over the mountain range.
Please don't let it rain,  she prayed to herself. Only a few miles passed and she was caught in a terrifying storm. A lightning bold struck a nearby tree. Providence reared up on his hind legs, Kathryn could not hold on and fell to the ground in a wet, muddled lump, drenched to the skin. She caught sight of someone in her peripheral vision and froze. She held on to Providence's mane, tried to shield her eyes from the rain, once she could see clearer Kathryn realized she stood face to face with an Indian. He spoke to Providence in a language she could not understand, the stallion became calm. The next moment the tall figure said, "walk" and her feet obediently seemed to follow even though her whole being tried to protest. Providence seemed to have taken a liking to the stranger. "Traitor," Kathryn cursed under her breath. She was too cold to pick a fight, not one she knew she would lose.

Once they reached his cabin and warmth seeped into her body did Kat glance at whom she thought to be her rescuer, her blood ran cold and she stopped breathing. Before she fainted, the last thing she could recollect was the malice in his hooded eyes.