(Apologies for the grammar in the frst writing of this story.)
Anne had arrived in America from Scotland only ten days ago, It was the year 1887.
She was now travelling by stagecoach to join her aunt and uncle in Oregon.
She had been on the stage for two days after the train had reached the end of its line.
Anne was nearly dozing after having looked at the various landscapes she had passed recently here in Colorado.
She was awoken abruptly as the stage started to speed up.
"What's wrong" she cried to her two fellow passengers the reverend Small and his wife.
"Indians are chasing us."
"Real Indians, real Red Indians" said Anne.
"Yes" said the vicar.
"What other kind of Indians are there," he said.
She had only read about Red Indians in penny novelettes, and they seemed romantic to her. But by the way the reverend his wife, and the driver were reacting, this seemed serious.
Anne could sense and hear the thud of arrows, as they hit the body of the coach.
And when one came flying through the window and embedded itself, in the reverends arm, she knew it was serious.
It didn't take long for the riders to catch up with the coach.
She saw an Indian leap from his horse onto the coach and then she saw the driver fall by the window.
Anne didn't know if the driver was dead, but the coach seemed to be slowing down.
The coach stopped, and the door was pulled open.
Anne stared at the man who stood there.
He was naked to the waist and had buckskin trousers on, with paint on his face.
He pulled the vicars wife (who was nearest to the door) from the coach.
Motioning the others to follow. Anne got out slowly, followed by the reverend who seemed badly injured.
The Indians were going over the coach, looking for weapons.
They found some whisky, two rifles and a pistol.
This was all they were interested in taking.
Anne heard them talking to each other in a strange language.
They were pointing and arguing. One of them, grabbed Anne and pulled her away from the side of the coach.
Suddenly, another raised his rifle and shot the reverend and his wife dead.
Anne felt very afraid.
The Indian lifted Anne onto his horse (laying her, face down over the horse blanket). He jumped onto the horse and they all sped off.
When they reached the Indians village she was pulled roughly from the horse, and taken into a teepee, where she was tied to the pole that supported it.
She was left alone, but some curious squaws came into the teepee to look at her.
They were touching her hat and dress and one even pulled Anne's dress up to look at her underwear.
The squaws, seemed amazed that someone could wear so much beneath their clothes. A brave entered the tepee, and Another four braves followed him.
They chased the women out.
They seemed drunk and must have been drinking the whisky they had found on the stage.
