Respect the dead (open to Inyan and ALL Indians)

[Shawn Flanagan]

The Captain of the Military had informed Shawn that there was a burned down farm out the farming land. It seemed the Indians got the family. The family was burned. And he had wondered if Shawn was capable to go and retrieve the bodies. Shawn had agreed he go out.

Shawn told his parents he was going out to retrieve deceased family. He did not have a chance to say bye to Rosalyn and his son, James. James wanted to go have fun. Shawn was busy with work so James convinced Rosalyn to fly a kite.

Shawn did see the kite in the sky as he was riding his small black cart. The cart had two black horses. The cart was big for coffins. This time he will return with bodies.

It was a good ride. Shawn was afraid that he was going to collect the dead. He would done this alone. The Captain had to go because he wanted to be sure the undertaker would not run in trouble. But the truth was the Captain did not like seeing more dead because it was something he seen enough of.

They got to the site. Shawn got out and the Captain had helped Shawn to get the bodies on the cart. Shawn saw a horse riding towards them. The Captain pulled out his gun because he was not sure if this was a friendly person or not. There might be more people.

[Inyan]

Inyan had run with the Apache band for some time that day. They had murdered the small family on a prosperous ranch, and burned the remainders of the house. The Apache war band had stole the abundant livestock, and valuables. As the rest of the Apaches herded the livestock towards camp, Inyan stayed behind. She had easily killed the father of that small family and watched as the rest killed the young mother and child. For most it would of been a sickening sight, for the Apache people; it was glory.

Inyan hid from behind the abandoned barn, her eyes watching the house in the distance smoldering from the flames. Her dark eyes swept observantly across the stretch of land. It wasn’t soon after she noticed two individuals upon a cart. They were white. She snapped the leather reins of her buckskin mare. The horse raced across the parched earth, headed in the direction of the two men.

It didn’t take long for her eyes to adjust for her to recognize the two men. One was dressed in U.S. Calvary colors and she knew him well as the man she had ran into one day. Revenge filled her burning eyes. She slipped one of her twin colts from it’s leather holster, aiming directly at Michael. As she neared close enough to be in range for the bullet, she fired. The bullet seared through the man’s forehead, and he dropped dead instantly. She slowed her quick-paced horse, and mounted the horse by the were the body of Michael king lay.

She pried the shot gun from the man’s fingers and threw it far behind her. She held her gun up at the fair haired man and sneered. “You foolish white-eyes.” Her eyes continued to burn with rage as she jerked the gun closer to Shawn’s heart. “You thought you get away?!” With the other hand she grabbed the knife that Justus had given her.

-- (let me know if I'm god-modding too much! )

[Shawn Flanagan]

It was fast, Shawn saw the Indian pull out a gun, he leaped as the bullet flung in the officer's head. Michael King felled down without having a chance to fire. Not sure it was shock, but the female was fast drawing a gun at him.

Shawn pulled his hands up to show he had no gun in his hand. There was a Colt in his holster. It was that female Indian he met in the city. He just realized he was going to be a dead man. It was good. He knew his son had Rosalyn. But he was not married yet.

Shawn saw the dagger. “I am not here to harm. I am here to take the dead back. They need a proper burial,” he told her slowly hoping she would understand. He did not show he afraid. To make one move could cost his life. “You understand?”

(ooc Okay)

[Inyan]

Inyan tilted her head slightly as she listened to the fair haired man speak. She clutched the large knife tighter. Her blood boiled. She hated him, she hated all of them. What she had seen through the long years done to her people was horrific. She made it her life’s destiny to slaughter white people as she went. As cruel as it was, it was revenge. She exhaled deeply as she thought back to the time she had seen him in the middle of the main street. He had a young child, a curious one. Her scowling features then softened. Deep down there was a soft spot to Inyan. It was certainly very diminished.

“I understand. Don’t speak as I do not know! Understand?” She shouted. Her voice was rich, yet full of harshness. She took a deep breath. “You are at wrong place. I will not kill.” She gently slipped her knife back into the leather belt strapped about her hips. Calmly, she took out a small wrapped bag.

Still holding the gun close to his head, she spoke. “They say, this medicine, came from the white mountains. They say, it is white-painted-woman’s dried blood.” She looked down at the small bag, grabbing the man’s hair and drawing his head back. “It burns.” She tilted the bag slightly over his head. The powder lightly sprinkled into his eye. She pulled away quickly, tied the bag and put it in her holster.

“Remember, Inyan did this. Maybe white-eye will fight me some day.” She smiled mischievously and laughed.

[Shawn Flanagan]

“I am sorry,” he replied softly. He had figured he was talking down at her and he was. It was like he was saying you are a child and I am the adult. But he was not thinking about that. All he was worried what she was going to do with the knife but she still had her gun in her hand. He did not say nothing because he feared she stab him and torture him. He wasn't sure if Indians had done that.

She was angry. Her people where being slaughtered. It was like the Christians decided to cleanse this land for themselves. It was slaughter. There are people out their disliked the killings but they had no voice to Washington DC.

He was relieved she said she would not kill him. But he had not said nothing because he was under her power. He was hoping she was not a man hater. She held the gun near his head. He could smell the gun oil.

She grabbed his hair pulled back, he held making a noise but that was not pain he was going to feel. He heard her explain something about medicine. The powder hit him fast. His eyes was on fire and that had him scream in pain. He felled down on his knees trying to rub his eyes. It was like hell was in his eyes.

He was felt Micheal's body next to him. He was trying to feel for the water canteen he had on. He could taste the powder which was making him sick. He felt the canteen, grabbed it and opened it and tried to splash the water on. It made the pain worse. He screamed more, which made him drop the canteen as he fell to the ground.

He heard her say white man will fight her. She had an evil laugh too. damn it. He was crying in pain. "TTTThe pain...killing pain.." he moved on his knees, look like he in praying but he tried to use dirt to stop. It wasn't working.

[Shawn Flanagan]

Fast forwarding it:
Shawn had felt better but his eyes where stinging but he knew he could not stay where he was. There where vultures flying around he would be target. There would be wild creatures too. He placed his heart to move. He had tried to use the dead body as a compass start. He tried to remember the direction where the town was. So, he blindly moved that direction.

What happen that he fell over a few times which made him turn and go the wrong direction. It was hot. When he was cooling down he figured it getting night time. There where howling of coyotes away in the distant.

Sleeping at night was safe, but he was hoping he would wake early before the vultures. He screamed in pain as he felt vultures plucking at him. He swung blindly away from them. He grabbed one and used it to scare the ones and it bit his hand. He let it go.

“I am not dead!” he yelled at the sky. He was reckon they were soaring around in the air waiting for him to drop. It was hot and he had no water. He wondered if that Indian woman was watching her. “You there still laughing?” he yelled out in his darkness. “Is this funny?” he said.

It was two nights he traveled. Now, he was feeling hopeless. How could he be hopeless? He had James and he was going to get married. He tried to focus on the good that God will provide but this was not good. But he kept trying to tell himself God looks out for his children.

“Water...” he felt hot and his throat was sobbing from dryness. He swear he could hear water. But it was his imagination. He tripped over a rock and he hit his chin hard against a rock. He felt the rock was big. God, he could cracked his head open. How the hell can he survived. No water for two days, he was hungry and he can't see. “What is that I did wrong?” he cried to the heavens. “Why is this a punishment? Look, I am not giving up on my son. I love my son over you....” he was in pain when he was thinking of his son. That's when it came to him. “My Heavenly father...My heavenly father...my faith blinded me..I. I . I deserved it.” he sat down. He laid back and that's when he heard a small growl. He wasn't sure what was growling but it was something that did not like Shawn.

It was a small fox who was protecting her young which Shawn got to close to the place where she had her kits. Shawn tried to hold his hands out, but that's when the fox bit him. He yelped in pain and tried to get away. Which he did but he was in absolute mess. He wasn't knew the trees. Which he wanted because he could lay down. He knew he could not lay down because the vultures get him. So he forced himself to move which he urged himself to go.