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John urged his horse to run faster, Amara sat on the saddle behind him, as they were chased by O' Driscolls.
The two had gone out hunting, as the camp is low on food supplies, and ran in to some O' Driscolls on the way. It's bad enough they're already after Amara, now they're right on her tail, an arms reach from grabbing her.
Amara looked to her right to see an O' Driscoll reaching out to her, trying to grab her. She looked to John and tapped his shoulder. He turned to her and noticed the man reaching out to grab her, he pulled out his revolver but before he could shoot, his horse flew him into the air.
He landed against a tree, which is better than the dirt. The only negative side is that his head is now pounding.
John got up from the ground, catching himself every time he stumbled.
The man finally got himself together and looked ahead to see an O' Driscoll with a gun to Amaras head.
He ran to Amara, but he didn't make it in time. A bullet shot through her skull and blood splattered on the ground.
John stared in disbelief as Amaras body fell, limp, to the ground. Her eyes stayed wide open, but kept the same lifeless look. He rushed to her side and lifted her head.
"No.. No, no, no." John growled, staring down at the woman's pale face. He drifted his hand over her eyes to close them.
"You're next." The O' Driscoll chuckled, aiming his revolver at John.
- - -
John woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. He could hear his heart beating, rapidly. He frantically looked around, taking in his surroundings.
He was in Amaras tent.
His eyes flickered down to Amaras body laying next to him, her chest slowly rising, then falling. He brushed hair away from her face, glowing in the moonlight that streamed through the tent.
"Just a dream.." He whispered to himself, caressing the woman's cheek.
The warmth her body gave off against his skin filled him with comfort. The nightmare felt all too real, and it scared the life out of him. But, John felt fine, now that he could feel her warmth and heartbeat.
Even though Amara calmed him, the images of her lifeless body still was pasted into his brain. The image kept flickering in front of him.
John turned away from Amara and put a hand to his heart as he began to hyperventilate and the room around became a lot smaller. He felt lightheaded and felt as though he was losing air every time he exhaled.
