| I've found time again to write. I'm still in this little cell, desperately wishing to be free. I believe they have other captives here. I can't know for sure, but I belive that there are. I will continue. Bloodshed wasn't far away, yet I held the hope that it would be avoided. We were outnumbered. Maybe if the others that had been with us on the hunting party hadn't been sent back with the horses we'd captured (it had in fact been a herd of horses, they seemed leery of us at first, but were, in fact, tame), and the animals we'd already hunted, maybe it would have been different. Anyhow, I grew sidetracked. They took care to point out to us the fact that we were outnumbered. They took advantage of their proximity to me, and grabbed me, moving me quickly away from my friends, and into this cell I'm now in. They surrounded this cell, with their weapons. My friends had no chance. They left. It would have been suicide to try to get me. I hope I can get away, but I don't know if I'll be able to. I will sleep now. Christine I must make this quick. I woke to the sound of voices. I recognize Alex's voice, and the voice of one of my captors. It sounds like they are preparing to fight. I wish that could be avoided, and still hope that a peaceful outcome can be come by. I must go. |
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