|Posted on January 14, 2013 at 10:40 AM|
Caught in the Snow
Samantha wrapped her scarf around her head. The naysayers were right, winter came early. She stared at the pure, white, snow dotted with Ponderosa pines. She’d doubted her survival the minute they banned her from the wagon train and now her doubts were a certainty.
She took a step and stumbled. The hem of her dress, caked with icy snow made it hard going. Her hands stung from the cold. Soon she wouldn’t feel them anymore. She’d been well versed on the signs of frostbite. Pushing herself upright she struggled on, one step at a time.
The wind howled and she wanted to cry at its sad song. She’d been on her own for two days now. How she hated the pious women she’d traveled with. The death of her parents left her alone and a woman alone was not allowed. The married women believed she’d entice their husbands. The same women whose children she nursed when they were sick.
It was either marry Old Thomas or leave. She refused to marry, calling their bluff. It wasn’t a bluff. They threw her a sack of food and a canteen of water and left her behind.
Again she fell, face first into the snow. Maybe it’d be easier to just lay there and fall into a forever sleep.
A horse nickered and she pushed herself up. Her heart skipped a beat in fright. On the horse sat a huge man covered in animal furs. His riffle lay across his lap.
“Get up,” He said, his voice full of anger.
Samantha stood; she had no place to run to. She stood and brazenly studied him. His blue eyes were full of compassion. He held out his hand. She grasped it and was hauled up in front of him.
“Let’s get you warm.”
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