Bonita Hunt

Warbo Bonita Hunt

He slapped her hard across the face and sent her to the pallet. "Get dressed, Warbo waits no longer. Janie dressed quickly her hands shaking. She could feel the tension in her nerves and her muscles felt weak as a child's. She started to pull the hair from her face but the big Indian entered the tepee and drug her out with him. She found herself running to keep up with his long strides as he pulled her by her hair and she followed obediently.

They reached the center of the camp and he flung her to the ground. Before she could regain her breath, she felt the rawhide thongs being wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles. He stretched her out where all could see. Water was poured on the thongs and he left her there to die in the sun. Throughout the morning he would return and pour water on the ropes and they grew tighter as they dried.

When she looked at him she could see nothing but evil in is blue-black eyes. His jaw was set in a stern hard line and he did not meet her gaze. Her body ached and her stubbornness only made her more determined to outlast him. Her hatred for this man gave her renewed confidence in herself. Through her swollen eyelids, she recognized her enemy, the wife of Dark Eagle. Warbo had killed him for her and now she wanted her revenge. She poured sand onto her face and Janie spit and tossed her head. It caked her lips and filled her eyes.

"Just wait until I get up. I'll pull your stinking hair out." She was stopped as another handful of sand rained down on her. A voice in Pawnee sent the squaw scurrying away. She was grateful for that. Hunger mounted in her stomach and her thirst was tearing at her insides.

"Warbo, please water."

He gave her water in the same manner. It poured onto her face. She opened her mouth and took a gulp. It tasted like mud.

Her arms and legs were on fire.

Warbo asked: "Does the Wild One wish to get up?"

"Not if I have to sleep with you," she uttered,

He dropped to one knee so only she