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Chapter 6

Standing in front of the big wooden doors, I turned back around and saw some soldiers standing in line, ready to say goodbye.

Marty was the first one who came towards me to say goodbye. He was the one who I liked the most from all the soldiers that resided here. I don't really know why, and I haven't tried to figure it out.

"Well, I guess this is it." Marty sighed, stopping in front of me.

I tilted my eyebrow and gave him a funny look.

"Marty," I chuckled, "you're acting like I'll never see you again! I'll be gone for 1 month and that's it."

"Yes, but who'll give us all a laugh on the behalf of James?" he grinned, chuckling with the rest of the soldiers who stood behind him. "I'll miss you Jasmine, all of us will miss you."

I smiled when I heard the agreeing mumbles from the rest of the soldiers.

"And I'll miss you too Marty. And the rest of course! I'll be back before you know it."

"Tell that to James Wood!" someone yelled from the back. Everyone began to laugh and I just shook my head.

"Ha ha, very funny!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands. Giving a laugh, I picked up my sack from the ground and slung it over my shoulder.

Looking towards everyone, I noticed everybody quickly standing in formation again. Ah, that means Father is standing nearby.

Looking at my right, I saw him standing there, his hat on and his hands behind his back.

"At your posts soldiers!" my Father ordered them, nodding his head forward.

"Yes sir!" they complied, saluting him before turning around and heading towards their posts. Some of them took the risk of turning back and waving at me, making me smile brightly and wave back.

"Have you packed everything necessary Jasmine? You didn't forget anything? Did you check everything?" Father asked me, not giving away that he was concerned.

"Yes Father, I packed everything. No Father, I didn't forget anything and yes Father, I checked everything, twice." I answered, forcing myself to look serious and not like I could burst out laughing at any second.

"How are you going to travel Jasmine?" he asked me, looking me up and down.

I knew I forgot something…

"Well, I thought that I could travel… like… this?" I hesitantly asked, spreading my arms a little and looking at my clothes. I was wearing my usual outfit, but I had some warmer ones in my sack.

My Father squeezed the bridge of his nose and gave a silent sigh.

"No Jasmine, where is your horse? You don't expect to walk for a month do you?"

Blinking my eyes, I looked around and noticed Theodore Johnnsen pointing at his horse, TJ.
Thank you, Theo!

"Soldier Johnnsen offered me to use TJ for this 1 month. If you don't mind of course, Father," I quickly said, not wanting him to punish Theo for offering without his permission.

My Father was silent for a while and looked at said horse.

"It's a fine horse, that one. I guess it does no harm. Alright, bring the horse forward soldier!" Father complied, demanding the last bit.

TJ was brought forward, looking excited and happy to go on this journey with me.

The soldier gave the reins to me and smiled before nodding at my Father and walking back to do whatever he was supposed to do.

Clearing my throat, I looked at my Father and raised my eyebrows. There was nothing that he could point out right now. I had everything and I told him so.

"Yes, I suppose you're ready to go." he complied. "But I want you to come on time Jasmine. Not a day later, am I clear?" he asked, well, more like demanded really.

"Crystal clear Father."

He nodded and looked me in the eyes.

"I know what you plan to do Jasmine. And I don't like it, but I know that I won't be able to stop you once you have something in your head. You got that stubbornness from me." he suddenly told me, looking meaningful and smug.

How in the name of all galloping horses did he figure that out!

Smiling sheepishly, I rubbed my head and looked up at him.

"Guess it was easy huh?"

"Oh yes." Father agreed, smirking at me.

Standing straight again, I looked him right in the eyes. "I'll find Swift Father. And if I don't, I promise that I'll come back on time. If I don't get lost of course." I told him.

"Ah," he exclaimed, holding up one finger and, reaching his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a compass. HIS compass.

"Use this to find your way home Jasmine. I designed this one myself."

Carefully taking the compass out of his hand, I turned it around and saw that there was an inscription on the back.

Follow your heart, and it will lead you home.

"That's what -"

"Your Mother always said, yes." Father finished, putting his hands behind his back again. "You have more use of it then me."

Quickly blinking the tears away, I let go of the reins and put the compass in my sack before I looked at my Father again.

"This is it then I guess." I said, grabbing the reins again and stroking TJ's nose softly.

"I'll see you in a month Father."

"That depends Jasmine." he disagreed.

I looked at him with confused eyes. "I have the compass so I won't get lost Father. I see no reason for me to come later."

"No, but maybe I won't be here. I have to take care of some… business outside of here." he explained to me.

"Business? Oh," I said, understanding it "you mean the railroad, don't you?"

"… Yes," he finally said, nodding at me, "something like that."

Squinting my eyes, I decided to ignore his slight hesitation and his 'something like that'.

"Well, when will I see you then?" I asked him, looking at him with questioning eyes.

"Again Jasmine, that depends. Maybe sooner than later." he finished.

Sooner? Aaah, I don't even wanna know.

"Alright Father. I'll see you… then I guess?" I asked him, still a bit confused with everything.

Chuckling softly, he patted my head. "Until then Jasmine."

Quietly sighing, I steered TJ towards the now opened doors and hopped on him.

"You ready for an adventure boy?" I whispered, patting his neck. His answer was a loud whinny and a small buckle that made me laugh softly.

"Alright then TJ." Looking behind me one last time, I saw my Father standing tall and proud, like always. But this time, the pride wasn't only in his stance, but in his eyes too.

Grinning widely, I waved at him for the last time before I nudged TJ with my boots.

"Let's go boy, come on!" I yelled, laughing with glee when he listened immediately and started to gallop right away.

We left dust in our way, and we heard some horses whinnying a goodbye to both me and TJ.

About fifty meters away from our home base, I looked at the ground and saw hoof prints that separated into 3 directions.

"Whoa TJ, hold it boy." And without any effort, he slowed down to a gentle trot before he stood still. Climbing of, I crouched and studied the prints.

"5 horses went to the left, 6 to the right and 2 carried on straight." I whispered to myself. "Swift has the smallest hooves because she's the youngest, so if I can find her prints... aha! Right here!" I exclaimed, pointing my finger towards the smallest prints. "That's where she went. If we follow that trail, we're bound to find her, right TJ?" I asked him, standing straight again and looking at him.

He nickered softly and nodded his head.

Hopping on him, I put my arms around his neck and hugged tight. "I'm so glad that you've come with me TJ. It will be nice for Swift to see another familiar face. Thank you." I whispered, kissing the top of his head before I sat back up again.

"Let's not keep her waiting TJ. Come on boy!"

And just like that, we were starting our journey again.

We road for a couple of hours before I decided that a break was needed. I sat against a lonely tree with TJ next to me, a small fire burning on the ground as we were munching on some apples that I was cutting into pieces, some for him and some for me.

The sun was down and I saw a hill ahead of us. That meant that the desert wasn't as cold in the night. We made much progress today.

"I think we'll sleep here tonight boy. We'll look over that hill tomorrow, alright? You deserved your sleep.

He nickered softly and nipped at my loose hair with his lips.

"Sweet dreams boy." Giving him a kiss on his nose, I grabbed my sack and put the knife back in. Stopping when I felt something hard, I grabbed it out of the sack and moved it towards my face so I could look closer.

It was the compass that Father gave me. He made it for my Mother when she was still alive. I was very little then, so I don't remember much, but I know that she must have loved it. She loved everything my Father gave to her.

Turning it around, I read the inscription again.

"Follow your heart." I whispered, putting the compass against my chest. "I wish you were here Mom. I could use your help. Now more than ever."

Sighing, I kissed the compass before putting it back in my sack. Grabbing a blanket, I put it over TJ and snuggled against him. I saw his ear moving and I giggled softly before I started to hum a soft melody that always calmed me down. It had the same effect on him.

I kept humming and stroking TJ's pelt. I couldn't sleep, and neither could he. This was the only thing that calmed the both of us down.

It went on like this for a while before I finally felt my eyes droop a little bit.

It wasn't 5 minutes, not even a minute, before I felt TJ lifting his head.

Sitting straight and rubbing my eyes, I looked at his silhouette. "What is it TJ? Did you see a snake?" I mumbled, still not fully awake yet.

He stood up and shook the blanket off, now looking around and snorting a couple of times.

"Wow, easy boy!" I quickly stood up and jumped in front of him, grabbing his head and looking into his eyes. "What is it TJ?"

Just when I was about to sit down again, I heard a noise.

"What's that?" I whispered, letting go of TJ and turning around to search for the cause of that noise.

Squinting my eyes, I gasped and took a step back, bumping into TJ's chest in the process. Two big shadows were speeding towards us, and I had no idea what they were.

Turning back around, I quickly grabbed my sack and stuffed the blanket inside while I tried to kick the small fire out with sand. Looking back, I saw that the shadows were changing into two horses with riders on them, and they were yelling things that I couldn't understand. More importantly, they were coming closer and closer, and their gibberish didn't sound all that friendly to my ears.

Looking back at the reins and saddle that still hung on a branch, I hesitated for a moment before I decided that it wasn't worth it. I can ride without a saddle just as good as with one.

"Hurry up TJ, come on!" I yelled, not bothering to stay quit. They already saw us anyway. Jumping on him and landing on my stomach, I grabbed his short mane and pulled my leg so that I was sitting correctly before urging him forward. "Go TJ, go!" I spurred him on, holding onto his mane with both of my hands as he started to gallop.

This is the moment where I get scared.

TJ is a great horse, he has stamina like no other, has strength that is amazing and is gentle and sweet, but he isn't that fast. And now is the moment where we need to rely on his speed, which isn't much, unfortunately.

Looking next to me, I saw one of the two horses galloping next to us with a rider on his back.

Looking at my left, I saw the other horse with rider at the same spot. They were both holding onto ropes.

Trying to give one last burst of speed, TJ speeded up for just a minute before he started to slow down again. The riders grabbed this moment to catch us.

One of them threw the rope over TJ's head while the other one threw it over my hands and pulled tight. My hands were now bound and, as TJ noticed it too, the horses started to slow down, making TJ slow down also so that he didn't get choked and my arms wouldn't get pulled out of their sockets.

Stopping, I looked at them and saw that there were two Indians on top of the horses. And they looked exactly the same, except their clothes. Or… well… lack thereof.

They glared at me and started to talk to each other in that other language again.

I glared my iciest glare back and they shared an amused look before they nudged their horses forward and started to head towards the hill that I was talking about with TJ.

Smirking, I whistled three quick notes and locked my legs tight against his sides. TJ whinnied once before he sat on his flank.

Looking at the two Indians that stopped when they heard the silent 'boom' and looked back at us, I shrugged my shoulders and started to look innocent.

I had a staring contest with one of them before I sighed and whistled a single, short note. TJ stood up again and started to walk forward. Seeing the both of them smile lightly at each other, I huffed and decided to ignore their stupid conversation.

Not much later, I saw that we came at the end of the hill. They stopped their horses and I took that moment to look down. What I saw shocked me somewhat.

There was a small village there, complete with fires and tents and a small Corel.

Nudging their horses forward, the two Indians began to descend the hill, pulling us with them.

Once we descended and walked towards the Corel, the Indians stopped and hopped off their horses. One of them tied of the rope around his horse's neck and the horse walked away. I don't know where he went and frankly, I don't care.

He tied the end of the rope around one of the poles that was part of the Corel and TJ was stuck. Again.

The other Indian noticed me still on TJ's back and he came forward with his arms out stretched like he wanted to lift me up.

Growling quietly, I hopped off myself and landed with bend knees and feet apart. A perfect landing. Ha, take that Indian!

Looking amused, he pulled at my rope and made me walk towards a lonely pole.

He turned around and grabbed my shoulders, still holding the rope in one hand and forced me down on my knees. I landed with a grunt and glared up at him.

He chuckled and stepped behind me, tying my hands against the pole.

My knife was in my sack, and my sack was with TJ, and TJ wasn't with me, so I had no plans of escaping. And that rope was tied really tightly.

The Indian walked back and stopped in front of me. He crouched down and waited until I met his gaze.

"What's your name?" he asked me.

I was shocked of course. Speaking in gibberish all this time, and now he starts to talk English? Well, two can play that game.

Not letting the shock show on my face, I kept quiet and just stared right back at him.

"Why are you here?" he asked, not giving up after the minutes that I stayed silent.

I rose one eyebrow. Really? Why am I here? Well, I don't know, maybe because I was captured by some Indians with indecent clothes and was forced to follow them!

I didn't say that of course. I didn't say anything.

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders before he stood up and walked towards the village.

Yeah, that's right! You just run away! Ha!

If you haven't noticed yet, I was quiet proud of myself.

Looking around, I saw the Corel and TJ. He was laying on the ground and was fast asleep. So much for being an American horse aye?

Looking closer, I grinned when I saw the Mustang sitting there. He was sleeping soundly and looked calm and peaceful for once. Shaking my head I looked forward again and gasped.

The Indian that fled with almost all the horses was sitting in front of me and was chuckling softly because of my reaction no doubt.

"Hello." he said, nodding his head at me. "How are you feeling?" he asked me, looking like he genuinely wanted to know.

There was no point in ignoring him, he already knows that I can talk. I mean, I helped him escape.

So I opened my mouth and blurted out the first word that came to mind.


He looked at me for a minute before his shoulders started to shake and not a second later, he started to laugh. He had a nice laugh. It sounded very genuine.

Wow, where did that come from Jasmine?

Realizing that I was beginning to smile, I schooled my features back and waited 'till he was done.

"Sorry, but that was funny." he explained. Yeah, I bet it was to you. "What are you doing here?"

"I am here, because your friends decided that it was forbidden to sleep on the desert ground. I am here," I bonked my head against the pole once and ignored the shot of pain that went through my skull, "because he," and I nodded my head towards the other Indian guy who was watching from afar, "thought it was a good idea to tie me and TJ to some poles. That's why I'm here." I finished, looking angry and tired.

He nodded his head and cocked his head. "TJ?" he asked me?

My mouth fell open in amazement. Is that the only thing that he heard? TJ?

"My horse." I said through clenched teeth.

"Ah," he nodded, "but I thought your horse was named Swift?" he said, looking confused.

Sighing, I looked at the ground before I looked back at him again. "She's gone. That's why I am away from home. I was looking for her and following a trail that I found before your friends decided to capture us. TJ is the horse of a friend." I finished my explanation. "I'm not here to cause any harm, I'm just looking for my Mare. Have you seen her? She was riding behind you and the Stallion the last time I saw her."

He looked thoughtful before looking apologetic. "I'm sorry. It's my fault she escaped."

Looking confused, I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't blame you, really. She chose to run out that door. You didn't make that decision for her. I think you were only trying to help, in your own way of course. It didn't do much good to me, but you freed those other horses. Thank you for that by the way. They deserved to be free."

His eyes softened and he smiled at me.

"I am glad you don't blame me. Your Mare is safe, don't worry. She's sleeping at our village."

Widening my eyes, I looked at him with shining eyes.

"She's here? She's alright? Are you sure?" I asked him quickly, not giving myself any room to breathe. I was too busy asking questions and grinning like a fool.

"Yes, yes and yes. You can be calm now. You need your sleep too." he laughed, putting his hands on my shoulders and softly pushing me on my knees again.

I winced softly and looked at my knees. I had shorts on, so my knees were sensitive.

The Indian looked at me for a moment before he stood up and walked behind me. He started to untie my hands.

When he was finished, I shook my pulses and sat on my but this time.

"Thank you." I whispered, smiling softly at him. He grinned back at me.

"It is the least I can do. You helped me too."

"No," I disagreed, "thank you for taking care of my Mare. I appreciate it."

He smiled softly and nodded his head. "You're welcome Jasmine."

Widening my eyes, I looked surprised and pleased at the same time. "You remembered my name?"

He chuckled and stood up, offering me his hand. Grabbing it, he hauled me up and kept a hold on my hand. "Of course, how could I forget the name of such a beautiful face?" he said, looking at me with soft eyes.

Blushing, I looked at the ground and berated myself in my head.

I'm going to marry in two months, pull yourself together Angelia Jasmine!

Clearing my throat, I gave him a quick smile and whispered a thank you before I pulled my hand out of his grip.

"You still haven't told me your name." I pointed out to him.

"You haven't asked." he told me, smugly grinning at me.

"Well, I can't call you Indian. Will you tell me your name, please?" I asked, giving him my puppy-eyes.

He grinned some more. "You don't have to look so cute, I will tell you. It's Little Creek."

Deciding to ignore the cute part, I raised my eyebrows and gave him a funny look.

"Little Creek? Is that a nickname or something?" I asked him, completely serious. That's why I was slightly offended when he started to laugh, again.

"No, it's just my name. It's normal to be called such a name if you're an Indian, just like it is normal to be called Jasmine, or James for example." he explained, looking disgusted when he mentioned James.

I thought about it for a moment and before I knew it, I was giggling silently. That giggling turned into laughing when I saw Little Creek's confused face.

After a minute of laughing, I straightened again and wiped the laughing tears beneath my eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just, I was thinking about what you said."

He had a confused smile on his face and his eyes looked curious and amused. "I don't see what's funny about that."

"Your face when you said James, it reminded me of the horse dung incident. You were there, remember?" I asked him, a little smile now gracing my features.

His face changed into one of understanding and he began to chuckle lightly. "Yes, I understand. It was amusing how you made him scared with just a look."

"Let's just say that my bark is worse than my bite."

"Bark? I don't understand Jasmine." he told me, shaking his head a little.

Chuckling lightly, I patted his arm. "You don't have to. It's something we say." I looked around and saw the same two Indians that captured me and TJ standing a little ways off, talking in their own language again. "About that Little Creek, you speak English like it's your Mother Language, just like those two," I said, motioning my head towards the two, "How come? I mean, how did you learn?" I asked him, genuinely confused and curious about it.

"Let me walk you towards the village while I tell you, yes?" he asked me, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the little village.

"Alright." I nodded, beginning to walk with him while he told me everything.

"Our ancestors learned the language little by little. Some men came to our camps, sometimes asking for directions, other times coming here to study us. They learned our language and my ancestors learned yours. It is passed on through our generations and we improved each one. Now, you can hardly hear our accents, or you can't hear them at all."

I was listening with rapid attention while he told me his history, and I noticed that nobody in the village was awake. I guess it must've been late then.

"That's so interesting. I only know English. But I guess you don't need many languages to become a housewife." I told him, frowning my eyebrows at the last part.

He turned his head while we were still walking and looked at me. "You're sad. Why? Don't you want to be a housewife?"

"No, I do! It's just… I don't want to be one right now, you know? I want adventure, I need adventure. I can't sit still and do nothing." I explained, stopping in front of a tent that stood there. I turned to face him. "I'm too young to get married and start a family. That's just something that I don't need right now. Seeing parts of the world is my goal, something that I look forward too. Well, looked forward too."

The smile that he was gracing me with throughout the story vanished and he looked upset.
"You can still do that now! You are young, your spirit is still in growth. Go on your adventure, what's stopping you?"

I smiled a sad smile and crossed my arms over my stomach. "My Father. He doesn't show it, but he is worried constantly over my wellbeing. Ever since my Mother died, he holds me on a rope, and he pulls and pulls until I'm stuck and can't get loose. I had to beg him to let me on this trip, and that wasn't even without promises."

"I am sorry to hear that. But you are here now, so you can see this as an adventure, right?" he asked me, trying to lift my spirit a little.

"I'm a prisoner, how can I see this as an adventure?" I disagreed.

"You are no prisoner. You helped me escape and I told my friends that. We don't tie friends up and keep them as prisoners, don't worry." he told me, giving me a bright smile.

Smiling back, I thanked him and looked at the tent.

"Why are we here Little Creek?"

Shifting his gaze from my face to the tent, he opened the flap and motioned with his hand for me to get inside. Giving him a curious look, I stepped inside and heard him follow me.

Looking around, I noticed that the tent was made by some kind of fur, the ground was covered in some sort of carpet and there were tall branches in the middle, tied together to keep the tent stable.

"This is where you will sleep," he said, coming to stand next to me. "It's not much, but it will keep you warm."

Shaking my head, I looked at him with a smile. "No, it's more than enough! Compared to the desert ground, this is great! Thank You, Little Creek."

Chuckling, he nodded his head. "I'll take that as a complement, for this is my Tipi."

"Oh, but I couldn't just sleep here! This is yours! I really shouldn't-"

"I insist! Don't worry, I like sleeping in the fresh air." he quickly said, making me swallow my rant.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely, you just rest and I'll wake you up early to see your Mare, alright?" he asked, smiling softly.

Grinning, I nodded my head and, out of nowhere, gave him a tight hug. I didn't notice anything until I felt him hesitate before he put his arms around me and hugged me back just as tight.

Widening my eyes, I loosened my grip before I stepped back all the way and ley his arms fall next to him.

Blushing slightly when I saw his warm eyes and amused smile, I cleared my throat and turned around, facing the 'wall'.

"Goodnight Little Creek." I whispered, still blushing softly.

"Hahepi lila wiya waste." he whispered back, and I heard him leaving the tent, or Tipi as he calls it.

Sighing, I shook my head and sat on the ground. "Stupid Jasmine, stupid stupid stupid! Why would you hug him!" I berated myself while pulling off my boots and laying down on the surprisingly soft carpet.

Laying on my arm, I closed my eyes and thought about Swift, happy that I could see her again tomorrow.

The last thing I remembered before falling asleep, was a blanket covering me and a warm hand that stroked my cheek.

And it is done! Phew, am I glad to update this for you guys! I had a lot of struggle with writing this Chapter because I wanted to keep everyone in character as much as possible. I don't know if I succeeded, but at least there is some fluff and romance in the air, aye?!

Review if you enjoyed this Chapter and once again, Thank You guys for all the support.

Oh Yeah, the last thing that Little Creek says literally means, 'Night beautiful woman'. I looked it up at Google, soooo… :P

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AJ Arizona xxx