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barnburner
10-29-2010, 01:20 PM
" JUST WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO RUN TO??"

Those eight words froze Sean Eaton in his tracks.
"You MAY die if you sit down". "You WILL die if you run"...
Those clear and prudent reminders came from Mariska, Sean's recent traveling companion. Three days after his escape, Mariska had walked into his campsite, asking if he had any food to spare. She had watched Sean for hours, and was nervous about whether or not he could be trusted, but desperation sent her to approach his camp. As she began eating, Mariska told Sean that she was a member of the Mohegan tribe, whose terrirotry was west of their present location.
Mariska and her Mother had been out hunting berries, when they were attacked by two men. Her Mother had jammed the butt end of a broken tree branch into the face of the larger of the two men, and he in turn, shot and killed her. Mariska was overpowered, and forced to ride on the horse, behind the smaller of the two men. Whether they just overlooked it, or, they believed she was helpless, they had failed to tie her hands. As they dismounted to make camp that night, Mariska took a small limb from a thorn bush she had quietly broken off while her captors weren't looking, and pushed it into the rump of the bay horse who she had noticed was very spirited. Instantely, the horse charged right into the middle of the camp, causing both men to dive out of the way. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mariska bolted into the thickest park of the woods, knowing that would take away their advantage of being on horseback, because the horses could not get thru the thick

brush. She found a hollow log in the midst of very thick brush and crawled inside. Only when darkness fell, did she crawl out and move. Checking the stars, she headed back in the direction of her village, staying well off the trail.
Two days later, the smell of fish being cooked led Mariska to Sean's camp.
Since she knew the country, and Sean provided some measure of protection in case her attackers should return, they agreed to
travel together until she was safe back in her village. That next afternoon, Sean dropped his flint and in the process of trying to locate it, reached under a propped up log. Being fresh from Ireland, he knew almost nothing about the habits of snakes. In
the blink of an eye, a pair of venom filled fangs buried deep in his arm, giving Sean his first painful lesson.
Panic exploded in his mind,and immediately without reason or intent, Sean started running. Only the calm, firm words from Mariska brought him back to reason, and salvaged at least a chance of being alive tomorrow.

Mariska ordered him to lie down, and move no more than absolutely necessary. He must slow down the movement of the venom through his body. Confident that he understood the urgency of doing what she had instructed him to do, Mariska went into the woods and found some plants that she recognized.
These she ground up, put together a sort of poultace, and applied to the bite. This she hoped would draw out at least some of the venom. Once that was done, all that remained was to wait and see if Sean would live. If he survived the night, she believed he would probably live.
With little else to do, Mariska looked for a likely burial place such as a sandy creek bottom, cave, or gully, in the event it should be needed in the morning. She had no tools to dig a grave, so these would be the kind of places she could best place his body if he died

NOTE:
The Mohegan tribe, was better known as the Mohicans, simply because the new settlers couldn't pronounce the right name.
Contrary to James Fenimore's novel, and the subsequent movies, Uncas was not the "Last of the Mohicans". The tribe, altho small, still survives today. The majority of the tribe now resides in Wisconsin, having been forced to move westward several times, halfway across the continent.

AT-TA
10-29-2010, 05:27 PM
Wowww Barney, the plot is thickening and taking on suspense... i am curious what happens the next... hope that he survives ... othervise that would be end of the story.. wouldn't it... one never knows... good... you are very good writer... another talent of yours...and the illustration so fine... it would make a nice book... we will see....bad i am not a publisher... i would take it....;):)

screenpainter
10-29-2010, 07:51 PM
I like very much the story and the painting BB.

coops
10-30-2010, 12:53 AM
Deeper and deeper this plot goes, its a real good read Barnburner and great painting too. Keep it coming:)

Caesar
10-30-2010, 01:25 AM
Notwithstanding the critical situation so dramatically illustrated, I'm sure that boot-hills will have to long wait for Sean arrival.
He definitely had much luck to stumble into the Mohegan girl! I'm pretty sure this luck would extend also beyond her medical talent.
I guess they communicated by gestures ...:rolleyes:

barnburner
10-30-2010, 03:44 AM
AT - Actually, the thought crossed my mind that perhaps Sean might endeed die here, representative of so many who died from all kinds of accidents and illness on their way west. I'd say that chances are good that he will recover . :) Yes, if only you were a publisher... book deals, movie rights, hundreds/thousands of beautiful sexy women trying to win my favor to star in my movies......:D

gzairborne - Thank you sir. I'm glad you are enjoying it. :)

Coops - Many thanks. I appreciate your kind remarks. :)

Caesar - Well, as far as to how his luck has extended with his companion...I suppose we will have to wait and see....after all, they just met, and he has been a little preoccupied with trying to avoid dying...:D:D
As far as how they communicate - already have that on the stove for the next chapter... :)
Thank's for reading/viewing.:)

Mairzie Dotes
10-30-2010, 04:47 AM
barnburner,
With little else to do, Mariska looked for a likely burial place such as a
sandy creek bottom, cave,etc., in the event it should be needed
tomorrow morning. As night fell, Mariska layed down by his side, often
wiping the perspiration from his brow. The raging fever unmercifully racked
Sean's body and though it was doubtful that he would hear her words of
comfort, she continued to whisper softly in his ear that the sun would
again rise for him.

Quietly, she called upon the tribal spirits to heal this man, knowing now
that she could not live without him. The night was long and fretful but
awake and never leaving Sean's side she stayed until dawn would again
shed it's first light.

As the sun slowly appeared from behind the last remnants of night's
shadows, she looked to the heaven's and with tears streaming along her
weary face, Mariska uttered one last soul wrenching prayer, one last
plea on behalf of this man who had once saved her from harm.

As she closed her eyes in exaustion and in fear of what sadness the new
day might bring, the agonizing stillness was abruptly broken by the gentle
movement of a hand ... Sean's hand as it slowly moved into her's.

As they looked into each other's eyes, you could hear the melodic sounds
of morning doves overhead as they sang their greeting of love to the morning,
the earth and all within. :)


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


This most touching painting and accompanying story is so spellbinding and
enthralling ...to the point that I somehow became absorbed in the heart
driven emotion of it all. So beautiful! :)

barnburner
10-30-2010, 05:30 AM
barnburner,
With little else to do, Mariska looked for a likely burial place such as a
sandy creek bottom, cave,etc., in the event it should be needed
tomorrow morning. As night fell, Mariska layed down by his side, often
wiping the perspiration from his brow. The raging fever unmercifully racked
Sean's body and though it was doubtful that he would hear her words of
comfort, she continued to whisper softly in his ear that the sun would
again rise for him.

Quietly, she called upon the tribal spirits to heal this man, knowing now
that she could not live without him. The night was long and fretful but
awake and never leaving Sean's side she stayed until dawn would again
shed it's first light.

As the sun slowly appeared from behind the last remnants of night's
shadows, she looked to the heaven's and with tears streaming along her
weary face, Mariska uttered one last soul wrenching prayer, one last
plea on behalf of this man who had once saved her from harm.

As she closed her eyes in exaustion and in fear of what sadness the new
day might bring, the agonizing stillness was abruptly broken by the gentle
movement of a hand ... Sean's hand as it slowly moved into her's.

As they looked into each other's eyes, you could hear the melodic sounds
of morning doves overhead as they sang their greeting of love to the morning,
the earth and all within. :)


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


This most touching painting and accompanying story is so spellbinding and
enthralling ...to the point that I somehow became absorbed in the heart
driven emotion of it all. So beautiful! :)

Wow!!!

M.D. - I am in AWE of your writing skills!
Wonderfully done. Thank you so much for your very kind comments. I'm glad that you have found it interesting. :):)

Mairzie Dotes
10-31-2010, 01:54 AM
Wow!!!

M.D. - I am in AWE of your writing skills!
Wonderfully done. Thank you so much for your very kind comments. I'm glad that you have found it interesting. :):)


barnburner,
A sincere apology :o but I became so captivated, absorbed in your
dramatic tale that my version of how it may have ended surfaced
immediately and as I typed your response, the next chapter came.
I could not let Sean die for Mariska could not have continued without
him. The love was too strong. Such a romantic I am and thank you
for approving of my interpretation of your suspense driven, most
impressive saga. :) :) :)

barnburner
10-31-2010, 02:35 AM
barnburner,
A sincere apology :o but I became so captivated, absorbed in your
dramatic tale that my version of how it may have ended surfaced
immediately and as I typed your response, the next chapter came.
I could not let Sean die for Mariska could not have continued without
him. The love was too strong. Such a romantic I am and thank you
for approving of my interpretation of your suspense driven, most
impressive saga. :) :) :)




LOL.... No apology needed...
I'm just delighted that my story touched you enough to step in and offer your wonderful addition..
Thank you! :):)

Jasminek
11-01-2010, 12:47 AM
Love both the story and the painting, this is a well done story and painting indeed.

Snakes are the messenger that could make one wonder about life. I stared at the eyes of a rattler once in Mojave desert where I lived for almost 2 years. I wasn't that close and appreciated the warning until today. Somehow, a jack rabbit pulled his attention from me and I never want to be in that situation again.:eek:

There is a commercial which a rattler has a toy for a tail and a jack rabbit eventually laughs at him, believe it or not I think that commercial is cute. :confused: But when I stared at those eyes of the rattle snake, cuteness never enterred my mind!

Looking forward to the next painting and story.:Dc

barnburner
11-01-2010, 01:14 AM
Love both the story and the painting, this is a well done story and painting indeed.

Snakes are the messenger that could make one wonder about life. I stared at the eyes of a rattler once in Mojave desert where I lived for almost 2 years. I wasn't that close and appreciated the warning until today. Somehow, a jack rabbit pulled his attention from me and I never want to be in that situation again.:eek:

There is a commercial which a rattler has a toy for a tail and a jack rabbit eventually laughs at him, believe it or not I think that commercial is cute. :confused: But when I stared at those eyes of the rattle snake, cuteness never enterred my mind!

Looking forward to the next painting and story.:Dc

I don't worry about snakes that I can see, because there is no way I'm getting close enough to get bit.
It's the ones I can't see that scare me to death.. :D
Thanks Jasmine!:)