Faces Part I By Jennifer Pennington and Dana Anderson

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"Faces"
1/?
By Jennifer Pennington and Dana Anderson
Legal mumbo gumbo: We don't own, we make no money, yada yada yada. 
>You all know the drill. Rating: For this part I'd say PG13 to R for
violence.  We reserve the right to change our minds at any time.
And now, onward.
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She walked nonchalantly through the darkness to the cabin, firewood
grasped in her arms, so her family could cook supper.  It was dark
on the reservation, she could only see by the light being emitted by
the moon.  The wind whispered through the bush next to the house. 
Other > >than that bush, there was very little
vegetation nearby.  

They had moved in a few weeks after they had
been transferred to the new reservation.  They had slept outside,
until they had finished setting up the cabin which they had, been
forced by the soldiers to build.  That had been built only a few
weeks ago.  Everyone said that there had been a Seminole village
there before the soldiers had come, but Samila could hardly imagine
one now.  The land was so barren that she could hardly picture
anything being able to live there.  She certainly wouldn't if she
had been given any choice in the matter. A rustle nearby caused her
to turn jump, dropping the firewood she had been carrying.  She was
afraid that it might be one of the soldiers. She knew that they had
been known to rape girls who were out alone. She breathed a sigh of
relief as a bird flew out of the underbrush. This is silly she
thought to herself. You know that most of the soldiers went into
Four Corners for the night. She couldn't hear anything, but the
sound of her own breath, and the shuffling of her feet as she
gathered the firewood.  She never even saw him as he snuck
up behind her.  Never saw the glint of his knife as he pulled it
from its sheath.  But she did feel it, as it cut through the
delicate skin on her neck.  She fell to the ground amongst
the firewood, her blood changing the ground from brown to red.  The
knife, now stained dark with blood was rubbed against her dress and
then replaced in its sheath.  And then he left, as silently as he
had come.