Western Expansion

Indians

"We need to get out of here." He said quickly turning around

I turned around also and pulled the reigns hard. We galloped through the desert which is probably the Louisiana territory.

I heard the Indians getting closer each gallop the horses take.

I'm scared out of my mind right now. What if I die? I'm just twenty years old, I still got a life to live.

The Indians began to catch up quickly now. John slowed down and turned around. He drew his gun and begun shooting at them, but only knocking down a few. Which is not good, because there looked like hundreds of em'.

I turned around also. Bringing out my gun,I pulled the trigger and began shooting. But of course I missed only hitting the ground. I did hit one Indian in the arm, but he was still on his horse charging. I am good at shooting, but thinking of shooting a human being hurts me.

They started to circle around John and I, plus the other Indians we were supposed to move out west.

John and I stopped moving and tried to find a way out.

But there was so many, that I didn't see an opening to get out.

Dirt got in my eyes, as the hooves of the horses sprayed it on me.

"AH!!!" I heard someone scream near but distant because of the pounding of the horses.

I looked toward the direction I heard the scream, and saw that John was on his back, turned away from me.

I got off the horse and ran toward him. As I jumped off the horse, one of the Indians came and seized my horse.

But I didn't care about that, I cared about John right now.

"John!" I screamed as I bent down toward him.

"May?" He said his eyes wandering toward his thy.

I saw blood on his hand, which was holding a wound on his thy.

I looked closer down and saw a arrow deep in his skin.

"Keep pressure on it!" I said yelling, so he could hear me over the hollering of the Indians.

The other Indians I was responsible for, were brought back to there folk, which was my enemy.

John handed me his gun and I shot at least four Indians, but they didn't go down.

I stopped until all the bullets were gone, finally it did run out.

A Indian, probably the leader of the group by the looks of it, held up his hand and all the other Indians got behind him or beside him in front of me.

He stepped forward, I was standing up clenching my hands against my palms. John was still on the ground putting pressure on his leg, but still looked like he lost a good amount of blood.

I stared at the leader dead in the eye as he took another step toward me.

He told something to one of his comrades. The Indian he talked to bent down and grabbed John by the arms and hauled him off toward there side.

"No, John." I said rushing forward but feeling hands grab me by the waist and pulling my hands behind me.

I couldn't move from the Indian's strong hands holding me back.

The leader took the gun from my holster and held it by the top looking at it.

Then brought the bullets out and holding it by the handle.

He swung and hit my head.

I slouched down feeling the pain searing through me, but the Indians still holding me.

Before passing out from the pain, I looked over at John. He was unconscious or he was dead...