The New World

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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They were taking their time. They knew they had made too much noise and as they got closer, they slowed so they would not mess up again. My lips began to quiver as I continued to struggle with my sobbing.

Tecumseh grabbed my face, gently, making me look into his eyes. He knew what was going to happen. I could see in his dark eyes how much it killed him that he wouldn't be able to do anything to protect me. He voice was low and hushed, so only I could hear, "Alice, my love, everything will be alright. I won't let them hurt you, I promise."

More tears from my eyes spilled as I heard the lie slip from his mouth. There was nothing he could do. I wanted to scream, loud and clear, to wake up the tribe to help us. But I couldn't make myself do it. I couldn't put their lives at risk for my well-being.

"Tecumseh--" I breathed.

His fingers cut me off, "Shh, shh. Do not speak, love. What ever happens, I will always love you."

A sharp sob escaped my lips, but I quickly reined myself back in before speaking, "Don't say goodbye..." I cried.

Tecumseh looked up at the side of the tent. I tried to see what he looked at, but his hands grasped firmly on each side of my face, forcing me to only look at him. He shook his head, "No, my lecakie. Never 'goodbye'. I won't leave you. I will always be with you."

I heard footsteps next to the tent. We were surrounded. Kateri stomped his feet louder, his breathing became heavy, and his neighing began to increase. I quickly stole a kiss from Tecumseh, him returning it more forcibly.

He kissed away my tears, "Do not cry. Please, don't cry..." he voice cracked, "I love you."

The tent flap was shoved open with extreme violence. We both sat up, quickly. I backed away, Tecumseh grabbing his knife. Three men stormed inside, dressed well and holding guns. I saw the silhouettes of men surrounding our tent.

I coward back further, a man reaching for me. Tecumseh sliced his arm. The man groaned loudly, but did not stop from grabbing me. Tecumseh started to leap on him when the two other men grabbed his arms.

I screamed, but was quickly silenced by a cloth being shoved down my throat. The man finally grabbed me with strong hands, bruising me. Then things happened so quickly, I was spun around, my back on my captors chest. He had grabbed my wrists with one hand in the process. Tecumseh and I both were nude. My face flushing with embarrassment. But that was the last thing on Tecumseh's mind.

Tecumseh struggled to fight the other two, however he froze at the sound of a loud click. Tecumseh turned to face me slowly, eyes wide with horror. He dropped his knife and held up his hands. Then, I realized that my captor had the barrel of his gun pointing at my temple.

One of the other men then kneed Tecumseh in the stomach, him toppling over in pain with a moan. My captor still held me tightly, the barrel still pressed to my head. I struggled against his hands, resulting with his tightening his grip.

Powerless, I was dragged away in the moonlight, sobbing hysterically. The two men followed behind us, leaving Tecumseh alive. My knees were weak and soon gave way, falling on the ground. The captor cursed and picked me up.

My breathing became uncontrollable. The men surrounding our tent began to back away as we headed in the forest. My head began to spin, my stomach churning. Horses awaited us and I was mounted with the man. Soon my vision blurred and my world turned black...