In honor of Memorial Day, I'm posting a bit of a Patriot fanfiction. Tell me what ya'll think. God Bless America!
Gabriel Martin, 17, and Thomas Martin, 15, the oldest children of Benjamin Martin were walking home carrying the prizes from their hunting trip through the woods near teir home. The family lived on a cotton plantation in South Carolina. The rad that led to their house wound through the trees, and as the young men trekked home, they suddenly spotted something by the road. They went over to it and found a girl, somewhere between Gabriel and Thomas's age, lying wrapped up in a cape by the roadside. Her face peeped out from under the hood and revealed dark circles under her eyes and a flushed face. Gabriel laid the deer he had been carrying down and laid a hand on her forehead. It was hotter than it should have been.
"She has a fever." Said Gabriel. "Probably from being out here too long."
"What should we do?" asked Thomas.
"Run back to the house and get Father. I'll stay here with her." Thomas picked up the rifle and quail he had been carrying and dashed off for the house.
Meanwhile, Benjamin Martin was in the barn trying to make a rocking chair.
"Father, Father! A post-rider!" a young, boyish call reached Ben's ears. It was his third and fifth children Nathaniel and Samuel.
"Is the south field finished?" Ben asked without looking at his sons.
"More than half." Replied Nathaniel eagerly.
Ben smiled. "Those swimming breaks really cut into the day, don't they." He cast a meaningful glance at his boys.
"Told he'd know." Muttered Samuel to his brother. He and Nathaniel ran to the house to meet the post-rider, who was cantering up the road. He stopped in front of the house, went up the steps and gave the mail to Abigail, the Martins' black housekeeper/nanny.
"Thank you." She told the rider, who tipped his tricornered hart to her. Swiftly, he mounted his steed and cantered back the way he came, Nathaniel and Samuel running behind him.
In the barn, Ben was finished with his chair. The only thing left was to see if it would hold up. He took it off the scale he had been weighing it on, and set it on the fround. Slowly, hesitantly, he lowered himself, into the seat and began rocking. A huge smile spread across his face, then there was a crack and one of the legs broke, sending him sprawling on rhe ground. For a moment he was stunned, the he jumped up and threw the remains into the corner where the broken pieces of three other rocking chairs were piled. He looked over to see his youngest, Susan, who was three, shaking her head at him. Just then, Thomas ran into the barn, having dropped his gun and bird off at the house.
"Father! Come quickly!" he called.
"Gabriel and I found a girl by the road when we were hunting. Gabriel says she's ill." he quickly answered. "He told me to come get you."
Ben quickly took off the apron he was wearing "Where?" Thomas told him. "All right, go in the house and help Abigail prepare a place for her. Gabriel and I will bring her back." Thomas nodded and dashed back into the house as Ben set off at a jog into the woods.
He soon found Gabriel crouched by the prone figure of girl in a cape. He quickly knelt by her and put an experience hand on her forehead. "You're right, Gabriel, she's burning up. Let's get her back to Abigail." Ben scooped her up to his chest and found her surprisingly light. Gabriel quickly shouldered the deer and the two headed back as quickly as they could.
When they arrived, Gabriel went in through the back door to leave the deer in the kitchen, and Ben went in the front where he was sure Abigail was waiting. Sure enough, she was coming in from the kitchen as he came in the door. She quickly motioned for him to follow her upstairs where she had prepared his room for the invalid stranger. Ben gently laid her down on his four-poster bed, and Abigail quickly removed the cape from her shoulders. This revealed a simple linen and homespun gown and long, straight, raven black hair. It was it back in a braid with a worn piece of ribbon. Abigail's able, experience eyes and hands swiftly accessed the girl's condition. She asked Ben to send Meg his fourth child and oldest daughter up with a bowl of water and some rags. He immediately delivered Abigail's instructions to his daughter, who quickly complied. Ben went into the parlor to find his two oldest sons waiting with concerned faces
"She's in Abigail's capable hands." He told them. "There's nothing more we can do, so you'd better head out and help your brothers in the south field." The boys nodded, and went outside, and Ben soon followed them.