The Outlaw

(Chapter 7)(stolen family)

(Chapter 7)(stolen family)

(Brants p.o.v)

I rode back into town and saw her home. I got off my horse and tied him to the post outside the house. I smiled, I couldn't wait to see her. I walked into the house.
"Darlin' I'm back". I say, I saw her parents dead on the floor. Oh no!
I ran to her room and I was scared to death. I walked in the bedroom and saw it was destroyed . Blood on the floor, my heart dropped, I had never truly experienced fear till now.
I needed my friend he was a great tracker. He was native like most of my real friends were.
I picked up her silk ribbon that she used to keep her hair in a loose braid. I tied it around my wrist . I sighed and went back out to my stupid horse who was trying to eat his rains. Stupid ass horse. I mounted my horse. I rode back to the indian territory .
My indian friend who was actually a young chief. I started to call him chief.
"Chief!" I say . "Brant". He says riding up behind me.
"Where is wife?" He asked. "Someone stole her, I need your ways of tracking to go find her, she can't get hurt, she's still pregnant ." I say. He gave me a puzzled look. "She in danger". He says. "I think so.""her parents were murdered." I say. "Hm , I gather help, we find her, your are brother to us , we help brothers". He says. "Thanks ". I say shaking my friends hand.

I rode back home with a few warriors, me and my friend side by side. We stopped everyone scattered again . They knew the natives were no threat. For now at least. I let them inside.
"Hey them Indians can't be in there, thems the whites homes ."
A male says. "He's gotta right cause I need his help, I was an outlaw and was excepted why can't they, and technically they were here first!"I say storming into the house.
They followed . It was only 3 of them including chief.
She looked at the house that had been cleaned of the bodies and was straightened up .
They started looking around for evidence. I lifted my sleeve if my shirt and revealed her ribbon. I untied it carefully and handed it to chief. "Would this help?" I ask.
He smelt it. "Hm". He says nodding.
"Track sent of woman". He says.
Then one native found a boot. He sniffed it. And made a disapproving face.
"Track sent of captor." The other says.

"Then come on let's go find my tribe". I say. We all got on our horses and were headed out.