Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)
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				Title: <strong>Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>03-12-2006, 00:29:51</strong>
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				She was in trouble.&nbsp; Well, if one wanted to call being stuck in the middle of nowhere with a broken buggy, a horse, and a rifle with one shot in trouble; then that's what it was.&nbsp; Lena sighed and took off her hat to untuck her chestnut curls, taking a seat on the ground.&nbsp; Her jeans were getting dirty, but frankly, she didn't care.&nbsp; To get more comfortable, she untucked the flannel shirt she wore and unbuttoned it a little, fanning herself with the hat.<br><br>Hoping that just maybe someone would be coming her way, the brunette looked around. When she saw nothing but land, she turned to the wheel, sighing once more.&nbsp; It had split and splintered on a rock and was useless.&nbsp; She couldn't even move the wagon if she tried.&nbsp; "Damn."&nbsp; She cursed and stood, moving to the back of the buggy and lifting the parcels she'd bought in town out and onto the ground.&nbsp; If she was going to walk home, she'd might as well get started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2006, 00:08:25</strong>
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				Red-Hawk cursed the day he had gone on the raiding party. The White-Man that had paid them to raid the farm had tricked them. And since Night-Owl had not informed Chief Thunder-Stick of their endeavor, Red-Hawk wasnt welcome back. Perhaps if he hadnt been the only survivor of the ambush, it might be a different story. His Rifle was slung across his naked back, a loin cloth his only covering. His long black hair hung lose, a leather thong rimming his head and biceps, red feathers hanging from both. He rode the pony bareback, as he always had, a tomahawk pressed against his leg where it was looped through his loin cloth.<br><br>A water skin also hung around his shoulder. Food - he could hunt as well as any other member of the Lakota tribe. But now he was on his own. He would try to gain employment as a Scout for the White-men, as much as he hated them. Ahead, he saw a stationary wagon. He slowed his pony to a trot as he approached, but couldnt see anyone. He continued his approach, ready to unsling his rifle if he needed to, his large muscles bulging in anticipation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>13-12-2006, 05:13:23</strong>
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				One of her parcels had fallen under the broken wagon.&nbsp; A loud thud could be heard once Red-Hawk was within hearing range, followed by a yell and a loud string of curses that would make a drunken sailor blush.&nbsp; Lena reached the parcel, still cursing, and came out from under the wagon.&nbsp; "...sow-sucking-brother-fucking-sodomizing-son of a <em>bitch</em>!"&nbsp; She set the parcel down, palm pressed to the top of her head.&nbsp; She pulled the last parcel out of the wagon and turned around, gasping lightly.&nbsp; A large, handsome indian stood behind her on his horse and was clad in only a...loincloth.&nbsp; <em>Oh my...</em><br><br>"Uh...hello."&nbsp; She said, ready to leap for her rifle if this man turned out to be hostile.&nbsp; Indian or White, a woman had to be careful around them out there.&nbsp; "Is there any chance you know how to fix a broken wagonwheel?"&nbsp; Lena asked with a nervous smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-12-2006, 16:02:45</strong>
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				He brought his bony to a halt, leaning forward on its neck as he studied the woman he found before him. A white woman. Under the heat of the sun she had loosened her clothes some what, revealing her form beneath. Any man would find her desireable. He relaxed his posture but remained on his pony, silent for a moment, before shaking his head.<br><br>"No. We have no need for wagons." He responds in English. A quick look around shows no one else is nearby. Dangerous, to be traveling alone. Who knew what sort of savages would ravagae her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>14-12-2006, 06:34:39</strong>
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				"Ah, right.&nbsp; Well, would it be alright If I could get a ride back to my cabin?&nbsp; I'd ride my own horse back if I had a saddle..." She laughed lightly, "but I don't and I'm too afraid to try bareback and fall off."&nbsp; Lena brushed some hair out of her eyes.&nbsp; She wasn't too afraid of this man, because she was fairly capable and kept a small pistol strapped to her side, but she would still be cautious.<br><br>Lena flashed him a bright smile, "I'd really rather not walk back and it would really be a great help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-12-2006, 15:31:20</strong>
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				He remains seated as he eyes her over. "I have no saddle." He responds, slowly. "You ride with me?" The way he formed the words, the tempo of their pitch, made it seem like a question. <br><br>She must be a new one, he thought to himself, for no women in their right mind would travel alone. It didnt look like an ambush, either. It should have sprung by now if it was meant to be an ambush.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>15-12-2006, 01:00:41</strong>
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				Lena blushed lightly. "Well, you're easier to hold onto than a horse," she admitted.&nbsp; "Hold on."&nbsp; After unhitching her horse from the rig, Lena fished a rope out of the back of her wagon and tied the rope around her parcels, then tying it in a snug knot about the horse.<br><br>Lena Thompson had lived in this area for a few years.&nbsp; She learned how to protect herself and carried some sort of weapon on her at all times, just in case some man got a little too excited to have her around.&nbsp; The men all learned their lesson one day when Lena decided that she wasn't going to take it any longer and shot a cowboy in the foot for molesting her.&nbsp; She never saw him again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-12-2006, 19:01:48</strong>
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				He watches as she ties the parcels to the horse. Perhaps not the best method of doing it, but it would work. She was either dangerous or dumb. He would err on the side of caution for the moment. He offers her a hand to help her up onto his pony. "I am Red-Hawk." He says, matter-of-factly. "Formerly of the Lakota Tribe." He says the words with bitterness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>16-12-2006, 02:53:22</strong>
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				"Lena Thompson."&nbsp; She replied, smiling.&nbsp; Lena had heard the bitterness in his voice, although she didn't feel it was her business to ask.&nbsp; She merely took the hand offered to her and pulled herself up onto the horse with surprising strength for a woman.&nbsp; She leaned over and grabbed her horse's reins, nearly falling off in the process of doing so.&nbsp; To catch herself, she grabbed the large Indian man around the waist and holding on rather tightly, her body fully pressed up against his back.&nbsp; Holding the leather reins out with two fingers to Red-Hawk, she asked, "How do you want to hold her?"&nbsp; Frankly, she didn't care if she held them or he did.&nbsp; Lena just wanted out of the blasted sun.&nbsp; Although, being pressed up against a handsome man wasn't that bad either...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2006, 17:21:02</strong>
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				It had been a long time since a woman had been so close to him. Despite her being a White-Woman, Lena she called herself,&nbsp; he found it strangely pleasing. He took the reigns of the pack-horse (as that was what it had become)&nbsp; in one hand, and his own in the other. He mostly controlled his pony with his knees, his mucles flexing as he shifted this way and that, steering the pony in the general direction he was headed.<br><br>"Where do you go?" He asks, turning his head to the side as he speaks to look at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>06-01-2007, 09:40:56</strong>
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				Lena refused to let go of the large man, finding that as long as she held onto him, she wouldn't fall off.&nbsp; "Um, head East until you hit a river.&nbsp; Then, follow the river north for a mile.&nbsp; My cabin will be there, as its the only bulding around there for miles."&nbsp; She said, her cheek pressed up against his back.<br><br>"Thank you for this.&nbsp; It would have taken me forever to get there on my own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-01-2007, 18:41:24</strong>
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				He tried to remain calm with her pressed so tight to his back. His body wanted to tense up but he forced it to relax. If a whiteman came across them, he'd be in trouble no doubt. He bobs his head to her directions. That was some interesting information he had given her, especially since she didnt know him. He could ravage her, for all she knew, with the safe feeling of not being found.<br><br>"Easy enough to follow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>07-01-2007, 05:56:32</strong>
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				Lena wasn't one for taking any crap.&nbsp; She'd shoot him dead before he ravaged her.&nbsp; She was surprisingly strong for a woman and was one of the quicker draws in town.&nbsp; She wasn't concerned because she'd learned how to take care of herself.&nbsp; It would take a strong and quick man to catch her unawares.&nbsp; As long as she could reach her gun or be within kicking a man's groin, she'd be ok.<br><br>She'd been raped once and would fight tooth and nail to make sure it would never happen again.<br><br>"Yep."&nbsp; She murmured, her breath ghosting over his skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 02:01:05</strong>
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				It wasnt long before they hit the river, Red-Hawk pausing long enough to let his horse drink. Carrying two riders was different then one in such heat. Soon, they were heading north and her home came in sight. It was odd, he thought, to live here by herself. Unless she had a husband?<br><br>"I see no smoke from the chimney. You live alone?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:01:51</strong>
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				"I do.&nbsp; My parents died many years back and there's no way I'm marrying any man in town.&nbsp; They're either drunk, stuck-up, or boring."&nbsp; She said, laughing softly.<br><br>"I'm going to make dinner soon, why don't you come in and I'll make you some food before you leave?"&nbsp; Lena asked, smiling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 16:45:52</strong>
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				That sounded better then trying to find his way to the City at the moment, even as the sun began its descent into darkness. After she dismounts, he follows suit and moves to untie her belongings from the packhorse. He tethered his horse to a fence post, though he didnt imagine it would wander off in such an empty place as this.<br><br>"I will eat dinner with you then." He responds curtly, holding one trunk with arm, the other in the other. "Where these go?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 02:17:14</strong>
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				After dismounting, Lena made a move to stop him, but he had her packages untied before she could get to them.&nbsp; Running a hand through her wavy brown hair, she chuckled.&nbsp; "Good.&nbsp; Come in, those go inside."&nbsp; She opened the door for him, since his hands were full.<br><br>"Thank you so much for taking me home."&nbsp; She said softly, looking up at Red-Hawk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 02:24:09</strong>
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				He smiles at her, though its obvious by the way his face creases that he hasnt done so often. He places the trunks neatly to the side after stepping inside her modest home. It wasnt anything like the tipis he was used to, but so seemed the way of the whites. <br><br>"I had no where to go and it seemed the right thing to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 02:54:25</strong>
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				"Well, I appreciate it.&nbsp; Take a seat, make yourself at home."&nbsp; She said, returning the smile and gesturing over to the sturdy hand-made wooden table with four wooden chairs, sturdy but also handmade.&nbsp; Turning her back to him, she brought out a pan.&nbsp; Moving over to her parcels, she pulled out a small hunk of beef she had bought in town.&nbsp; After spicing it, she put it in her wood-burning oven and turned around to face him.<br><br>"Where do you come from, Red-Hawk?"&nbsp; She asked, raising a dark eyebrow.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>09-01-2007, 17:51:14</strong>
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				He sits, a little uncomfortable in such a chair, and places his hand on the table. Wooden homes and wooden furniture. Wood fed fires. He was suprised their houses didnt burn down. He was brought back from his thoughts by her question.<br><br>"I come from the Watomak Clan. I am Outkast now. Outkast but not dead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>10-01-2007, 01:02:22</strong>
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				A slight frown crossed her features, "I'm sorry about that."&nbsp; Lena noticed that he was a bit uncomfortable and laughed lightly, "You're more than welcome to find a more comfortable seat: the floor, the table, a trunk, I don't care where you sit as long as you don't break anything."&nbsp; She teased lightly, smiling.<br><br>She walked over to the table and pulled out a chair, sitting in it backwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-01-2007, 19:18:02</strong>
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				He watched her sit in the chair, backwards. That didnt seem to comfortable to him, but he knew enough about White-Peoples customs to know that they generally found it rude if you didnt sit in a chair. He shook his head, No.<br><br>"I will sit here." He still looked awkward. "Where do you come from?"<br><br><br>OOC: Sorry for delay, i had read this but not replied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 02:56:42</strong>
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				Lena raised an eyebrow at his choice to sit in the chair, "Well, alright.&nbsp; You just look awfully uncomfortable."&nbsp; She chuckled.&nbsp; This man was interesting, to say the least.<br><br>"Where do I come from?&nbsp;&nbsp; I was born in Tennessee to a 'high family.'&nbsp; I came out here to escape the suffocating life of a rich southern debutante. I never liked that life.&nbsp; You had to wear itchy dresses and tight corsets.&nbsp; If you didn't like a person, you normally still visited them because of their status.&nbsp; It was all...fake and boring.&nbsp; So, when I turned 18, I took my inheritance and came out here."&nbsp; She said, smiling.&nbsp; "This is the kind of life I enjoy.&nbsp; Getting dirty, being able to walk out and stare at the clouds or count the stars.&nbsp; I can tear my clothes and not get scolded for it, because 'a proper woman wouldn't be doing those things to begin with."&nbsp; She made a face.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm happier out here, you know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 03:03:15</strong>
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				He had no idea what she meant by "Ten-uh-see" or where that was. He didnt know of an Indian tribes from a place called that either. The fake-part of her life didnt sound like much fun, either. White-men seemed too complicated for their own good. They didnt know how to use the land, or hunt only for food.<br><br>"I like...freedom. Too. No one tell me where to go." He says defiantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 03:53:46</strong>
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				Lena offered him a bright smile.&nbsp; They were kindred spirits.&nbsp; "It is nice.&nbsp; No one tells you what to wear, where to go, and who to marry.&nbsp; You have to earn respect out here, its not assumed because of your blood."&nbsp; She then realized he might not know what that meant.&nbsp; "Where I come from, there is a thing called 'high society'.&nbsp; In social life, there are normal people and then there are the 'higher' people. If you are related to important people, you are considered better than everyone else.&nbsp; I think its ridiculous, because most of them are silly and incompetent, only caring about money or the next dress they get. The 'normal' people have better morals and personalities, in my opinion."<br><br>She didn't care about any of those things.&nbsp; Technically, she was rich, but she chose to keep it in the bank and live a simple life.&nbsp; "My family has decided I'm insane for moving out here and have hidden any trace of my existence."&nbsp; Lena said, laughing softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 03:56:49</strong>
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				He nods his head. He doesnt fully understand what she is saying, but gets the general idea.<br><br>"My people, the Wise Men are valued first. Chief is usually wise-man. They are old with wisdom. Next come the Warriors who protect the tribe with their life-blood and provide food for the tribe. I was warrior." He responds, trying to make the connection between the two people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 04:10:51</strong>
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				Happy that he at least got the gist of it, she smiled lightly.<br><br>"That makes more sense than my people's values...."&nbsp; She sighed, "I understand if you do not wish to talk about it, but may I ask you why you're..not with your tribe?"&nbsp; Lena carefully walked around asking that, knowing that it was definitely a touchy subject with the man.&nbsp; She got up to check the roast and sat back down, still backwards in her chair.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 04:13:00</strong>
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				His face took on a more stoic, grim look but he decided to tell her.<br><br>"I went with other warriors on raid set up by White-man with Chief. White-man tricked us. I only survivor, so Chief exile me for not traveling on the winds with my Brothers." He says, short and to the point, and no more. He looks off into space - if not at the far wall - as the memory obviously pains him.
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				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 04:29:39</strong>
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				Lena was shocked by that, but she wasn't about to challenge his tribe's traditions.&nbsp; It was hard to imagine that he would be punished for not dying with his comrades.&nbsp; "I'm so sorry about that, Red-Hawk.&nbsp; I can't begin to understand how you must feel, being forced out of the only home you've known."&nbsp; She set her chin down on her hands, which were folded over the back of the chair, frowning slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 04:42:37</strong>
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				He shrugs his shoulders in response. The facts of life were as he knew them. He knew no other life. And he didnt have an Indian Squaw to keep him in any one place.<br><br>"It is way of life. I deal with way of life. Now, i not know what i do. Sell myself as a tracker, perhaps, or as warrior for White-Man."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 04:53:40</strong>
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				The wheels in Lena's mind began to turn as she tried to think of a way to help this man.&nbsp; She figured she couldn't just give him money outright, because his pride would get in the way of that.&nbsp; She didn't really need any help around the house, she only had a small garden that she took care of herself, and she had one horse.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; She wasn't about to invite him to stay in her home, since she didn't know him all that well.&nbsp; She'd stopped focusing on her gun at her belt, sensing he wouldn't hurt her.<br><br>"You're a very strong man, Red-Hawk."&nbsp; She'd figure something out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-01-2007, 14:17:17</strong>
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				He was a very strong man. One of the best warriors of the Tribe, which showed how much they stuck to tradition and listened to the word of their elders. It would seem that he would be suited to manual labor of some sort, but out here who knows what could happen.<br><br>"You are very...bootiful." He says, trying to use one of the compliments he had heard White-men use when talking to their women. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 02:51:45</strong>
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				She laughed softly, a smile crossing her features. "Thank you, Red-Hawk.&nbsp; You're very kind."&nbsp; Lena flipped her long hair over her shoulder with a soft growl.&nbsp; She really disliked her hair.&nbsp; It was too long and didn't like to do what she told it to.&nbsp; If she weren't afraid of going too overboard with breaking society's rules, she'd cut it short.<br><br>Before anyone could say anything else, loud barking could be heard from outside the cabin.&nbsp; Lena sighed and got up, opening the door, only to be literally knocked down by a black dog that was the size of a newfoundland, but seemed to be a mix of something else.&nbsp; Maybe wolf?&nbsp; Lena grunted when she hit the ground, laughing as the dog began to lick her face enthusiastically.&nbsp; "Mortimer, off!"&nbsp; The large, almost bear-like dog obediently got off and plopped its rear down, tongue wagging.<br><br>Lena jumped up, brushing off her clothes with a laugh.&nbsp; "Red-Hawk, I'd like you to meet my protector: Mortimer."&nbsp; She said, gesturing to the dog and wiping her face slightly.&nbsp; "Normally, he doesn't knock me down, but I was caught by surprise this time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 15:08:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Red-Hawk didnt take alarm at the barking of the dog outside. The Village always had its fair share of dogs, and they generally managed to keep out of foot. What did suprise him was the size of the dog. It was pretty impressive. His thoughts quickly turned to what a dog of that size would be like as a hunter...<br><br>"Mortimer." He repeats the dogs name. "That is big dog."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 23:19:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena smiled and scratched Mortimer between his ears.&nbsp; "He is now.&nbsp; He was the smallest of his litter, believe it or not."&nbsp; She leaned down and kissed his nose.&nbsp; "I got him from my uncle when I was seventeen.&nbsp; It was hell getting him to stay in the wagon when I came over here."&nbsp; She said, laughing softly.<br><br>When she straightened up, she noticed the dead rabbit lying in front of her door.&nbsp; "Oh, you brought me a present, didn't you?"&nbsp; She asked softly, petting Mortimer.&nbsp; Lena moved over to the rabbit and picked it up by its ears.&nbsp; "Red-Hawk, You can join me outside, if you want.&nbsp; I need to skin this before it spoils."&nbsp; She'd make it into jerky or salt it and save it for stew.&nbsp; She walked outside and crouched down, pulling a hunting knife from her boot.&nbsp; Mortimer followed her out, wanting to eat whatever meat she didn't use.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-01-2007, 23:31:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head. Large things often came out of small packages, he reasoned.<br><br>If a woman skinning a rabbit was supposed to suprise or disgust him, it did not have the desired effects. Indian women were expected to do such things, and more, in an Indian village. The men did it too, but it wasnt an unusual sight to see a woman doing it.<br><br>"You like living alone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 01:37:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It wasn't meant as anything.&nbsp; Lena figured he'd seen or done it plenty of times and merely didn't wish to be rude by leaving him alone.<br><br>She paused when she looked up at him, so she didn't cut off her finger, and smiled slightly, looking back down to continue.&nbsp; "I don't mind it.&nbsp; Like any woman, I'd love to have a companion; but I haven't really found anyone yet."&nbsp; Lena glanced up at him with a smile, passing Mortimer a scrap.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 01:54:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head again, watching the giant dog eat the scrap. He was sure it'd be able to bite a mans head off given the chance.<br><br>"Those things are better left unrushed if you want life-long mate." He responds, not delving into his own life or sexual experiance. He thought that he would prefer to get a proper tasting of what could be before he would settle down.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 02:26:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled softly, "They are.&nbsp; I figure the right one will come along eventually."&nbsp; Lena bit her lip gently, pausing to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.<br><br>She made quick work of skinning the rabbit and was soon done.&nbsp; She scraped the fur and set it out, cleaning up as much of the mess as she could.&nbsp; Lena fed the rest of the scraps to Mortimer and scooped the meat up in her hands, standing.&nbsp; "Alright, let's go back inside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 02:45:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He follows her back in side, keeping a way eye on the dog. If it was hungry, it might not take too well to strangers. <br><br>She seemed to be growing on him too. White Women were not nearly as bad as they were made out to be. They seemed to be made of all the same parts as a Squaw, just theis discoloration was different. Her breasts seemed round and firm, and short of raping her, visuals were the closest he was going to get to finding out if they felt the way they looked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 02:59:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mortimer followed Lena obediently back inside, lying down by the warm stove.&nbsp; Lena set the rabbit meat down and quickly prepared it so she could use it later and it wouldn't go bad.&nbsp; After washing her hands with the water pump connected to the sink, she checked the roast and sat back down, smiling.<br><br>Out of the white women, Lena was considered an odd duck.&nbsp; She cursed, drank on occasion, and wore men's clothing.&nbsp; She got dirty and rarely ever wore a dress and was happy about it.&nbsp; There was a reason most of her friends were men: the women thought she'd give them some disease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 03:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He washes as she expertly deals with the rabbit meat. She would make a good Indian squaw, he thought. As long as she knew how to warm a bed on a cold night. The silence was uncomfortable, sitting there in just his loin cloth, but he did not know what else to say. It had often been said that Red-Hawk was a man of little words, but huge muscles.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 03:16:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Apparently, Lena found sitting backwards in the chair more comfortable than the correct way, because she turned the chair around and sat in the same way as before.&nbsp; "So, tell me, what do you do for fun?"&nbsp; She asked, smiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 03:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fun?" He asks, slightly confused. He manages to figure it out though. "Oh. Fun. Hunting? I like hunting. And wrestling." he adds, smiling at her. Her pose didnt strike him as un-ladylike. For all he knew, White Women sat like that normally.<br><br>"What you do fun?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 04:03:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She was about to clarify when he figured it out and told her.&nbsp; His answer didn't surprise her.&nbsp; Most of the men she knew adored hunting and most wrestled; although half of the time, they were drunk.<br><br>"I like to hunt, as well.&nbsp; Only when I need food, but I enjoy it.&nbsp; Most of the time, I play with Mortimer.&nbsp; I've tried wrestling him, but I can't seem to pin him."&nbsp; She grinned, glancing over at the dog, who had laid down for a nap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 04:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled at her comment. <br><br>"I dont think most men would wrestle that dog to the ground. He is very big and strong." He remarks, finding it odd that she would attempt to wrestle her dog. No one in the village tried to wrestle the dogs. His eyes also turned to rest on the Mortimer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 04:38:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've come to realize that," she laughed, "but, it's still fun."&nbsp; Lena got up again to check the roast and pulled it out, setting the pan on a crude clay trivet a friend had made for her.&nbsp; She pulled out a sharp kitchen knife and deftly cut it into slices.&nbsp; After pulling out two plates and one fork, she made two plates with the meat. With a smile, she set the plate on the table next to him and turned the chair around, pulling it up to the table.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know exactly how you eat, but feel free to do what you normally do.&nbsp; If you need a fork, I have more."&nbsp; She said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>25-01-2007, 15:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What is a...fork?" He asks, puzzled by what she means. He picks up the slice in his hands and raises it to his mouth, taking a bite out of it. <br><br>Perhaps a fork was what she had used to cut it? White people always came up with funny names for things and called some things more then one name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 00:35:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled and held up the three-pronged utensil. <br><br>"White people use it to eat with."&nbsp; Lena stabbed a piece of meat with it and ate it, laughing softly.&nbsp; "I never really thought about it, but it is an odd name, isn't it?&nbsp; Fork." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 00:39:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head in agreement. White people must be lazy if they need help eating food.<br><br>"Indians use hands. No funny name for Hand." He says, biting into the meat again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 01:45:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena nodded, "It makes more sense, really."&nbsp; She glanced down as Mortimer laid his head on her lap, whining.&nbsp; He was talling her he wanted to go out.&nbsp; With a small sigh, she got up and opened the door, laughing softly as the dog shot out the door.&nbsp; She suddenly got an idea.<br><br>"Do you have any experience in training dogs to hunt?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 01:50:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugs his shoulder, not fully understanding her. His English wasnt perfect after all.<br><br>"Our dogs usually follow us. We give them commands. They chase out hiding prey. Then we kill them. Is this what you mean?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 02:04:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded, "Yes, that's what I mean."&nbsp; Lena sat back down.&nbsp; "I'd like to take Mortimer when I hunt, but he's not the best hunting companion.&nbsp; If you'd be able to train him, I'd pay you well and even make you meals."&nbsp; She smiled, spearing another piece of meat with her fork.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 04:11:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head, again. "I think i can try. Our dogs seem to have it as ability natural." He says, mixing up the word order. "They need little...training."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>26-01-2007, 22:29:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena smiled brightly, "Well, then we have a deal.&nbsp; Are you doing anything tommorow?&nbsp; If you can, I'd like you to start then."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 02:44:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shakes his head.<br><br>"No. No plans. No where to sleep. Just traveling, letting the Winds take me where they will. I Outkast. No home for me with Indians."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 07:46:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena raised an eyebrow, "What do you normally sleep in, Red-Hawk?"&nbsp; She set her fork down on her empty plate and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-01-2007, 16:51:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your people call it Tee-Pee." He responds. "Or i sleep under the stars on a bed-roll. I am...un-ah-customed to how white-people sleep in house." He responds. He would go out a ways so as not to be intrusive to her and set up camp in the surrounding desert. There was plenty of dried wood for him to use to make a fire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 05:05:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, "Well, whatever makes you comfortable."&nbsp; Lena got up to set her dishes in the sink.&nbsp; "Well, you can come over tommorow whenever you want.&nbsp; I'm an early riser: I get up with the sun."<br><br>She turned to face him, "I want to thank you again for helping me.&nbsp; I really do appreciate it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-01-2007, 14:21:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nods his head. "No Problem."<br><br>It seemed like she was asking him to leave, so he stood up and made his way over to the door. He would head back to the river as he remember a rocky outcropping that would provide shelter from the wind and others from spotting his fire.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>18-02-2007, 05:08:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She bit her lip slightly as she watched him leave.&nbsp; Upon impulse, Lena got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Wait."&nbsp; When he turned around, she stood on her tiptoes to hug him.&nbsp; "Sleep well, Red-Hawk."&nbsp; She murmured in his ear, a smile curving across her full lips.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-02-2007, 16:04:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had never been hugged before, let alone by a woman. And a white one at that. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, so placed his hands on her hips. He didnt know when to let go either and felt his face turn red. "Good Night too." He responds.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 06:45:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena smiled slightly and moved back, blushing as well.<br><br>((OOC:&nbsp; Shall we move onto the next day?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 15:08:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Sure - works for me :) ))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 23:24:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The next day, Lena woke up with the sun.&nbsp; After getting dressed in another pair of jeans and a flannel shirt, she let Mortimer back in.&nbsp; She kissed the big dog on the nose and took the rabbit meat out to her clothesline.&nbsp; Because she had to pin the meat up high on the clothesline, where most animals couldn't get it, she had to stand on her tiptoes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-02-2007, 23:33:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Red-Hawk had ventured out only so far, so that he could still see the house. He didnt want any trouble befalling his kind hostess while he slept. The crack of dawn could find him sitting cross-legged on a blanket, seemingly humming. A few minutes later and he rose, wandering back to her house to find her attempting to place the meat on a line. Coming up behind her, he touched her on her hip, reaching up to take the meat from her and hook it in place.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>21-02-2007, 00:48:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lena jumped as he touched her hip, since she had been so deep in thought to hear Red-Hawk coming.&nbsp; She put a hand to her chest and turned around after he pinned the meat up for her, smiling.&nbsp; "Thank you."&nbsp; Turning back around, the brunette managed to get the last strip of rabbit meat on the line by herself.<br><br>She turned around once again, and blushed lightly, now face to face with the large, muscular indian man.&nbsp; "Good morning, Red-Hawk."&nbsp; Lena said softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-02-2007, 15:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good morning." He responds, not seeming uncomfortable being so close to her. Her pale skin clearly makes her blush obvious to him, but he doesnt understand what causes her to blush. "You sleep good?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Trouble on the Prairie  (StrongOne88 and Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>16-03-2007, 05:10:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Regaining her composure, she smiled and nodded.&nbsp; "I slept very...good."&nbsp; Lena tucked her hair behind her ear, "Have you eaten yet?&nbsp; I was about to make breakfast."
			</dd>
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