Red Hawk and his band Free Folk were camping near the Long Trace where logs and fish are abundant. They were happy with their recent loot and enjoying their time with the pleasure of knowing they were safe from the patrols of both the natives and the colonists. Half native, half white, Red Hawk was dizzy with the rum he found in the supply wagon to Fort Greenwoods; so, when he saw a fish screaming on the surface of the river at the horizon, he believed that he was hallucinating yet as it approached old man figured out the reality. He did not waste time to jump into the water to save the poor kid. As the little kid was being dragged ashore, there was nothing left from the Red Hawk’s inebriation.
Free Folk was a notorious band of outcasts which had been a nuisance for the settlements in Northern America regardless of the color of their inhabitant’s skin over two decades, founded by a former company captain Red Hawk. They were making their live by providing their essential as hunter gatherers and ensure their luxuries by pillaging supply and trade lines. They were brave enough to target military wagons full of rum and reckless enough to visit towns to “have a nice night”. It was such people who saved Little Raven. When they pulled him, the kid was half unconscious; he barely woke up to all the laughter surrounded him. He was looking at the Free Folk with empty eyes and was unresponsive to this regard “I did not know rivers give birth to children.”. Indeed, he was just like many fishes the river hosts. When the jokes of the Folk came to an end, they were unsure about what to do with the kid. All their questions to figure out the history of the child were responded to with a burst of cry. An aversion to keep the child was rising in the camp. Besides the fact that kid would be a burden, his screaming could give their location. Even some offered to throw him back to the water. But all this humming stopped when the Red Hawk escorted the Little Raven to his tent.
As the time passed on the decision of Red Hawk proven right and all others were content with the existence of the Little Raven. He was a fast, silent, and ferocious little creature and once he grew up to be a natural warrior indeed, he became a good contributor to the Free Folk. Red Hawk which was an old man in those days appointed Raven to lead their raider parties. It was not an extraordinary development by any regard since for years Hawk was a father to Raven and Raven was a son to Hawk. Sure, Red Hawk beat Little Raven time to time, but he was (so to say) happy with his life as it was his closest experience which can be named love in this new environment. Being adopted by Red Hawk was the only act of mercy he witnessed during all the massacres he stood to watch. The band which he now belonged to was nothing, but a squad of self-righteous murderers and he was one of them. Little Raven, future chief of his clan, an undisciplined but sweet, good kid turned up to be cold blooded cutthroat. So, it was he who planned to ambush the wagons of new coming settlers to the Colony. It was he who fixed his eyes upon the horizon and looked at the dust rising along the road. It was he commanding his men to wait like a pack leader arranging wolves to circle their prey. He was confident and focused yet enjoying the dream of riches they will capture. As the lust for loot grew strong in his body, a snow-white rabbit was moving to his trap.
She was sick of the never-ending travel she endured from England to this wild continent and yet she was still far-away from her “new-home”. Yet it was a small price to pay (as she thought) to avoid the artificial life she left behind. Comparing the two, the society of England was more sickening than the road to a new world hence she did not complain. However, it was suffocating inside the wagon not because of the lack of fresh air but because of the guards escorting her as if she was the general instead of his father. All the formalities she was forced to show patience with, seemed like remnants of her old life to Emily. It was this motive which led her to jump out of the carriage and panic all the caravan. When the guards joined her and tried to make her stand in the center of asking eyes, she answered them with a burst of laughter. The act which would most likely be punished with an hour-long beating was forgiven due to the two facts; one she was the most beautiful woman those men saw until that day and got even prettier when she laughed, second and more importantly she was the daughter of the acting governor of the Colony. Therefore, they just prayed to the lord to prevent any harm to this angel walking upon the earth and keeping their head intact without knowing the real outcome of this event.
The band was eager to hunt down the men approaching, savaging the women and claim the treasures they carry by however to do so they need the command of their commander. Little Raven, who proven himself to be an effective leader had an absolute rule over others due to both his charisma and the fear he awakens inside them. First the prey came over the point the attack would take place then as the sun sets, they passed by without noticing the danger in close of themselves. The warriors were nervous believing their leader realized a scheme, however they were hesitant to rise any protest. Hence the caravan moved to safety as the grim animals called men watch them in secrecy.
It was the first time Little Raven disappointed his crew and so he had to face the rage of the Red Hawk. But he was not aware of entering Hawk’s tent or the accusations pointed to him. As the confused Red Hawk kept yelling and yelling on his son since he had no strength to punish the boy physically anymore, he was overwhelmed by the smile of the Little Raven. Considering it as a challenge to his authority Red Hawk dismissed the Little Raven in fear of an immediate defeat as his authority was depending on no one but the Raven’s self. When Raven entered his tent, he continued to dream in his sleep. Love had a new meaning.
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