Barbara Stray Eagle approached the edge of the woods. The Shoshonean women was thirsty after he hasty exit. But she had been given little choice, the head of the council was going to make her marry her son the Bull. She would rather die, that live with a drunken abusive man, who treated women as whores. Stray Eagle who had the advantage of a college degree had only returned to take care of her dying father. She saw a small house where she might be able to steal some needed supplies
She saw a man caring for a beautiful horse as she entered the back door. Entering the kitchen, she found a fully stocked larder, grabbing some dried and fruit fresh and some water bottles she filled her pack.
"What do you think you are doing?"
Barbara sighed and faced the man. He was slim, blonds with bright eyes. "I had hoped to be gone, before you came in,"
"Obviously', he answers. "Put it down."
She was tired and impatient, "Move aside or get hurt."
Now he got angry, "Thief drop it."
"You had your chance," Stray Eagle swung the bag at him.
The blond white man avoided it but she than kicked him.
"Bitch!" He swept her legs out from under him.
"Ow!" they wrestled but he was able to get her on stomach and twisted her right arm.
"Do you surrender?"
"Not to any man!"
"I'll break it."
"Then break it."
He frowned, and then pressed a nerve in her neck, knocking her out.
Barbara woke up she had been handcuffed to a chair.
"Ready to talk now?" Her captor asked.
She smiled wryly, "It seems I have little choice. May I ask your name first?"
