The Island of mystery part 5 captured by the Native Americans

We see the tribe again stood at the top of a moutain looking down at us    so we stand still  with terror on our faces. The horses tell us to to be very still  and they will think of a way later for us to escape .  The native Americans  ride down  with their bows transfixed onto our bodies whilst  look in terror  at  them.  We are told to get off the horses  and  me and lieutenant megs are picked up and carried back to  their settlement by  the native Americans  with the horses following behind.
We are placed down  and tied  to posts  near to their  Wigwams, l can see  lieutenant megs looking frustrated  whilst  the native Americans  are standing  around her  and stripping  her  naked  with her  red face of  terror.  I  suffer the same fate and we are both tied and naked  with the native Americans  looking down on us  within  the horror  of this  settlement. 
A noise suddenly comes from  the distance  and  American   ride into the  camp  and cutting us free  from the savage  of the native American  warriors and carrying us to their camp on the  flowing river  of  the Mississippi  and into the safety of the fort along with our horses.
A man comes from a room and stands in the middle of the fort he is the General of the  army and he takes us into  another room and gives us  clothes to wear  and warm food to eat while we rest  on a cotton  bed and keep warm  by huddle together for support. 
After a while  a trumpet sounds loud into the  summer air across the  plains  of the river  and we walk outside to hear the sound of gunfire coming across the  forts  entrance.  The horses are jumping with terror  and  soliders can be seen falling from the fort walls  with arrows sticking out of their heads  and laid on the ground of terror. 
We both climb up on the top of the fort and see thousands of native Americans  marching down to the fort with hate in their eyes  and  tomahawks  flowing in the summer sun.  Looking around for our horses  we  spot  them over  the far corner of the fort  so l grab a rope which hangs  along the fort walls and carry  lieutenant megs in my arms by swinging  to the horses and away to safety.
At this point the fort  entrance  falls down with a loud thud and thousands of native Americans enter  the fort and kill and scalp all the soliders left.  We ride off into the sunset and see the burning  fort  alight in the  summer nights sky but looking back their are thousands of native Americans  following us  and  terror strikes in our hearts  while we ride fast into the dark night sky.

written by wayne mockler
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