Dawn Of A New Beginning.
I hear a meadowlark's song as I come from my deep sleep, I had been so very tired I slept as a bear in winter.
I feel next to me for Lark, my back is cold.
She is not there!
I jump up looking across the prairie all I see is the Old Scot, where is Lark I ask?
His reply is "I don't keep up with the Lass".
My mind closes down as the beaver trap in capture.
I am aware something evil has occurred but sense if I do not appear very dense I too will meet the same fate.
I must tell someone in authority of Lark's disappearance.
"Perhaps not wishing to help me with these heavy polls she is ahead".
The Scotsman says not a word.
My mind wanted to scream, my heart was of stone, my feet walked, anger mounting with each step.
This dog of a Scots appearing as friend has caused harm to Lark or worse.
When Sun is at its highest heat coming as waves from Earth, the Fort looms ahead.
Now sentry scream's halt! "Your business?" the Scots Barney replies "Barnabus McLeoud, Lt. Walker's scout escorting a hostile".
Hostile me?
"Proceed" the sentry says motioning with his hand.
The gates to hell swing open.
I see low buildings weak people leaning against them, seeking what shade the eaves provide.
Hot dust as the horses and wagons go by, I cannot believe how these people can be standing with sunken eye's and hollow cheeks appearing as the dead standing.
A child cry's out I hear the Mother in our language say. "a no ni si-wu" look see more still come, 'ho gv-li-ta tsa-la-gi" Know, we too once were Cherokee.
The Dog Scots says "keep close".
I follow him to a long building with sharp pointed pole fence surrounding it, dismounting he motions to me to remove the bearer straps. I ache all over hate towards him burns like a fire.
A short squat flat faced solider comes out, "What you got Scotty?" "A crazy squaw talks out of her head most the time, could really hurt someone".
"We handle them sorts throw that stuff to the corner of the stockade" he grabs my arms pulling me into the dark cool at first then a stench fills my nose.
This I will remember till I leave Earth.
"Well no one in the stock room ya sure do need a bath" he thrust a rough dirty towel and bar of brown stinky soap into my hand shoving me towards a black wall. He shoves me through a door saying "get some of the stink off ya".
A pipe up the wall with a knob, hole in the floor dug to relieve ones self I turn the knob salty cold water drizzles out scrubbing from the top of my head to my toes.
The door opens Flat face comes in shoving me to the wall.
He violates me pain, shame, dread all fill my mind, his rotten breath, sweat, and rough hands.
He throws down a calico skirt and blouse, saying "Here you was good squaw not screaming".
Blood to the floor from between my legs, I am led through yet another door.
A barracks with cells lining both walls people in each cell, a door is unlocked I am pushed inside.
"U-da-ni-du-tlu-nu-tsi?" (what have you done to be placed here?) an Elder in the next cell asks.
I blurt out all that happened since last sunset.
He says "Do not speak, do not acknowledge anyone near you nor move".
I sit long days in this stinking rotting hell hole.
When food is offered I roll my eye's not eating shake my head I rock back and forth.
After five days, Apache guards enter the cell grabbing me by the hair.
"Let her own kill and bury this mad squaw".
I am thrown on a wagon of others talking no sense some with open sores maggot infested.
The wagon leaves the Fort of Hell, heading north towards Tahlequah.
Never again to be like a child at play.
I face yet again another day.
Bitter my soul dwells within.
Knowing not if I will ever smile again.
Ladybirdã
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