Freedom

Photo by Alicia Jamtaas

“I warn you, Girl, if you run away from me, I’ll come after you and when I find you, I’ll shoot you.”

For years, fear of that threat prevented her from running away but not this time.  This time she was going to be free of him and his unwanted attentions.

Ahead was a collapsed bridge.  Crestfallen, she stopped, wondering what to do next.  Suddenly, an Indian appeared before her with his bow raised.

He fired.  She screamed. There was a great thump.  Shaking, she turned around and saw her Master lying there dead with a pistol in his hand.

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

33 comments

  1. A brave Brave to save her. Love that. Everyone sees Natives as being savage, so anytime the portrayal is a positive one, I’m impressed. Love this. Everyone should have someone this courageous in their life.

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