Chapter 1

Running Wolf never set much store by any kind of female. He was strictly a man's man and a female's foolishness and devious tricks made him too angry for logical words. At least that was his opinion until he came into possession of a young blond Cavalry Officer's wife that that been captured after a battle that resulted in the razing of Fort McDonald from the maps of Indian Territory.

They retired the colors of that defeated unit just to remove the memory of the disturbing loss to a group of uneducated and poorly armed savages with no military training at all. The officer-in-charge was relegated to dusty mention in history books but never again spoken of in the Officer's Mess. There was a fair share of womenfolk and young ones that survived the debacle but they were immediately set upon by the Indian female followers that made a misery of their tattered minds and bodies. The children were sold off to some Mexican adventurers that furnished the Indians with enough repeating rifles to make a difference in the battle even though most of the hostiles were only armed with hatchets and bows. It was the sort of battle where a handy Tomahawk was the weapon of choice when push came to shove.

Running Wolf was not exactly certain how he became saddled with the responsibility for the Long-Haired Blonde female captive but when he awoke from a muddled sleep resulting from celebrating with the captured whiskey from the Sutler's shop, there she was chained to the boulder in the middle of the buffalo hide tent. He didn't remember why she was there or how she had gotten the two black eyes and the cut on her head where someone had started taking her scalp while she was still alive.

His second wife Squatting Beaver filled him in on the particulars with a deep ugly scowl on her usually pretty young face.

"You fight with Soaring Hawk about this stinking creature from the White Man's Fort because he was lifting her hair to punish her for not spreading her legs for him. Now she belongs to us because you are so foolish. The women from his family will never speak to me again and I wanted their son to marry our daughter Singing Raven."

Running Wolf was certain he must have been drunk because he didn't remember any of it at all. The white woman looked at him with her black eyes and he thought she looked more like a badger than any other animal that came to mind. He called her Badger girl from that point on and the others smiled at his little joke because of her funny face looking so sad and serious in the poor light of the overcast rainy day.

He poked her with his walking stick and she hunched down lower protecting her private parts. It made him laugh because he could just imagine the young braves introducing her to the Indian way of captivity and complete loss of any sense of dignity or self-respect. He didn't have any problem with that agenda because it made a lot of sense in the confrontational atmosphere of the American frontier in the mid-eighteen hundreds. The concept of taking captives and punishing them at will was a way of life for all of the Indian tribes and now they were pitted against the dreaded settlers that were trying to steal their lands.

The captives were the slaves that did most of the work around the camp. They were all loose and generally not tied up but this white woman was a trouble maker from the very first night of her captivity. She was not cooperative in spreading her legs and giving comfort to the warriors and she often spoke without being spoken to first. The braves formed a line to punish her for her reluctance and held her down to accept their weight on her back. The wives found it all so funny that they laughed at her wails of despair and beat her with their small sticks with the burrs on the end.

Now he had this skinny white woman package in his tent and he didn't even find her attractive enough to mount with some degree of anticipation. He invited his first wife's brother to sample the girl just to show his wives that he still had control over the situation. It was unfortunate he had the responsibility because it certainly detracted from the harmony in his usually peaceful home.

Grey Eagle bared the girl's flanks and they all laughed at the whiteness of her skin. It was so ugly that some of the little ones slapped her hard with their tiny hands to show their distaste for her existence. She was more offended than injured and when Grey Eagle straddled her hips to take his stance, the girl put her head down into the blanket and hid her face so they couldn't see her disgust. The sound of her training was not at all reassuring to Running Wolf because he didn't stand to gain anything but grief from the girl's presence in his home.

It was obvious to his wives that Grey Eagle was enjoying the tableau a bit too much for their liking and they kicked some dirt on the girl's feet and hands just to show their dislike for her ugly body. Running Wolf began to worry about Grey Eagle's health because the older man was panting from his exertions on the Cavalry Officer's wife's naked backside plumbing her depths like she was some mine filled with the yellow metal that the white men valued so much they were willing to kill each other to get more and more. The old man threw back his head and howled like an animal caught in a trap. He jabbered about how tight the white woman was and he slapped her legs and hips to show his enjoyment of her constant squirming. She lifted her head momentarily right at the moment that he must have fired off his salvo of savage spunk into her gut and looked around for some semblance of sympathy but found only smug satisfaction at her discomfort.