Into the mountains (Older and wiser/ Mydearnevermore)
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				Title: <strong>Into the mountains (Older and wiser/ Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>20-11-2008, 06:13:36</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;It was unfamiliar territory to say the least, the range of mountains towered over the valley below coated in a premature layer of snow. It was around the turning of seasons, traditional times for plains tribes to be moving to winter camps. But first the Ogala Lakota needed to trade for the necessities they could not obtain themselves. They were hunter gatherers and did not raise crops like other nations, so around fall time they came to trade with tribes who did at the base of this mountain range. Freak storms and flooding river banks had slowed their progression to this spot and that of the other tribes who came to trade. Camping on the edge of enemy territory, Ute to be exact, was not something to be taken lightly. But given the unfamiliar surroundings it was incredibly easy for one who was unfamiliar to become lost during the trek for water. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;These were the circumstances Red crow found herself in, a trek for water had turned into a race for her life. She had become lost in the thick foliage of the mountain and left tracks behind. Tracks which were easily followed by patrolling Ute warriors. After nearly an hour of running she was sure they would be upon her any minute.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Red moon was fit, nearly 5 foot seven inches and lean. Her legs were long, curved with wiry muscles and feminine curves encased in tight beaded buckskin leggings. Peering into the darkness her deep brown eyes, thickly lashed and slanted above her high cheek bones offered her little sight. Panting heavily, honey red skin glistened with a sheet of sweat and dark red plush lips parted in a gasp. Her clothes were unsuited for the terrain, aside from her moccasin and leggings she wore a poncho like top of leather and fur. Red moon's long back hair flicked behind her and caught in the tree branches, making her stop and tear and her hair. Despite the the heavy breathing and closeness of the warriors just behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the mountains (Older and wiser/ Mydearnevermore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 17:04:35</strong>
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				Amos Moses had come.. ok fled was a better word .. to the mountains to pursue a solitary life as a trapper.&nbsp; He had built himself a small, but cozy cabin in the rockies near what was to become known as the continetal divide.&nbsp; <br><br>He was dressed in buckskin with a buffallo robe to keep out the snow and chill.&nbsp; He had traded the last of his coffee with the Lakota to get the robe on the thought that it was more important to stay warm, and alive, then to have his morning cup of java.&nbsp; Now that it was snowing, and looked to get lots worse tonight, he was glad for it.<br><br>He cursed the early snow.&nbsp; It would send the bears into hibernnation early and he had been hoping to pick up one or two more pelts for the spring to trade for supplies.&nbsp; It would, however, make the beaver more available and allow him to track lynx and bobcat.&nbsp; Those pelts did bring in more money.&nbsp; <br><br>He did not miss the city, except for the company of women on occasion.&nbsp; He was thinking about women for the millionth time.. that hour... as he checked his traps and gathered both the beaver and otter pelts he had gathered - along with the meat - nothing should be wasted here when he heard a quiet curse in Lakota to his left and the whispers of several Utes to his right.&nbsp; The Lakota was a woman, and at least one of the Utes was known for... not being a gentleman, to put it mildly.<br><br>He steped in front of the Utes along the path the woman had fled.<br><br>"Hello White Feather" he said to the Ute he knew.&nbsp; The other two were just kids, and obviously following White Feather's lead.&nbsp; "What are you doing?"<br><br>"There is a Lakota in our mountains.&nbsp; We are following her.<br><br>"What, on these tracks?&nbsp; That was me, you idiot."&nbsp; He laughed.&nbsp; "Now all your damn noise spooked that elk I was stalking.&nbsp; It was a big one too.&nbsp; Enough meat for a month."<br><br>"Bullshit Hunter Amos! Let us pass after the Lakota."<br><br>"Now you know the arrangement we have with the elders.&nbsp; This is my home.&nbsp; You can pass through, but I need to trade with everyone, so if there is a Lakota, he or she is safe here.&nbsp; Now you boys turn around, I know that there are several women back at your home who would be looking to stay warm tonight, like that WHite Fox." He turned to the two teenagers. "She is something eh, boys?"<br><br>They laughed, and noticed that Amos's gun was leveled at White Feather's gut.<br><br>"He is right, lets go White Feather."<br><br>White Feather gave Amos a dirty look, then turned and struted off.<br><br>Amos waited until they were out of earshot then called in his broken Lakota.&nbsp; "Ok, you can come out, they are gone."
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>21-11-2008, 23:56:00</strong>
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				Settled just over the line of trees, behind a ridge of rock formations she listened. Not to any avail of coarse she did not know what they were saying, Ute was in no way similar to her own language so she contented herself with guessing from their tone of voice.<br><br>Kneeling in the snow just behind the rock formation she counted the different voices, there had been three before but now there was another. Judging from the sporadic conversation back and forth between the fourth and other three, whose voice seemed gravely and somehow entirely different from any she had heard before, there was some sort of argument. Probably about her which did not make listening any easier.<br><br>After several minutes huddled behind the rock, knees curled to her chest under her poncho freezing in the unfamiliar cold weather the conversation ceased. Retreating foot steps echoed to her hiding spot, daring not to breath she counted them one, two and three were leaving. But... the fourth had not gone anywhere it seemed but why?&nbsp; She sat up with a start, still hidden behind the rocks, he had told her to come out and in her own language too. But she contained herself and did not immediately stand there was still the connection to the Utes and his reasons behind apparently winning an argument on her behalf. But it was cold on the ground and the wind had picked up, at the very least she wanted to stand up.<br><br>She rose to her feet in a swift movement her back to him, waiting Redcrow counted to three and turned.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 01:35:13</strong>
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				Amos was suddendly very concious that he was not in his "a gentleman comes calling" outfit.&nbsp; This woman was gorgeous, and it was not just his long, lonely stay in the mountains that told him so.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello, I am Amos, a friend of Red Cloud.&nbsp; You are a long way from home."&nbsp; He was stammering, both from his haulting Lakota and his nervousness around such a lovely woman.<br><br>"You look cold, and it is fixin to snow lots.&nbsp; Would you like to stay the night someplace warm and we can figure out how to get you home in the morning?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 02:37:15</strong>
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				He was strange to say the least, she assumed it was a he anyway. She gaped at him openly, her jaw dropped a little and her lips parted softly. He was actually covered in fur of some kind like an animal of some kind and he spoke her language which was even more curious, his manner of dress was unfamiliar but strangely he was familiar with hers.<br><br>"Amos."<br><br>Red crow's voice was no more than a whisper, uttering his strange name testing it on her tongue. What he offered was tempting to say the least, she felt the winter chill down to her bones underneath her heavy poncho like coat. But she could not disregard the fact that she had no idea what he was or what his motivation was behind his generous offer.<br><br>"I am Red Crow, Amos. I can't follow you I am unsure of what it is your motivations is."
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 03:02:54</strong>
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				Never seen a white man before huh?&nbsp; Well I have no motivation, other than not wantin to see another human being freeze to death in this storm.. You aint seen storms in the mountains miss, they are something terrible and this one is fixing to dump lots of snow
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>22-11-2008, 05:14:06</strong>
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				He seemed sure of himself that he knew what he was doing and she stood no chance without him. Honestly she didn't doubt it at all, it was cold and the clouds grew darker with every passing moment she stood there opposite him deciding what to do. After a few long moments, she gathered her thoughts enough to understand she needed him for now ad least.<br>"Yes thank you, I would be grateful for you help Amos."
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 18:17:42</strong>
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				They returned to his cabin, where we busied himself with the first steps of preserving the pelts and meat he had captured that day.&nbsp; He then began to prepare dinner, a simple stew.<br><br>I do not have many guests, so I save this for special occasions.&nbsp; He pulled out some flour, fruit and sugar and prepared a pit in his dutch oven.&nbsp; I hope you like it.<br><br>The wind&nbsp; had picked up outside, making him thankful he had sealed up the cracks in the walls early this year.&nbsp; <br><br>"Going to be a bad, cold storm" he said, and glanced at the single bed in his cabin.&nbsp; That, along with two chairs and a table, were all his furnishings.<br><br>"So&nbsp; tell me about yourself.&nbsp; Married?, Family"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>23-11-2008, 22:58:11</strong>
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				When they reached what appeared to be his dwelling she was in awe, the structure of wood seemed to be tightly sealed and entirely symmetrical. The walls were hard and well placed, as was the floor how bazaar. Moving slowly she examined the walls, moving along the perimeter of the dwelling. She did not presume to touch his belongings in his own dwellings, just circle them slowly taking in every strange detail of each chair and the table.<br><br>Turning to him she stood only a few feet from him watching him prepare the meal, noting the strange white sand he was adding in to it. She made a mental note to ask about that later.<br><br>"No family, not married anymore. But I would prefer to hear about you, if you don't mind. But you are something entirely new to me, I have to ask what are you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 00:13:04</strong>
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				Huh?<br><br>I am a man, but&nbsp; my skin is a different color then yours.&nbsp; There are others like me, away to the east.&nbsp; There are also men with black skin and, I hear tell, yellow skin.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do not have any family and like to be alone" he said while thinking, I do not know her, so I will not discuss anything about why I like to be alone.<br><br>"Anyway, I was born way east, in a place called New York, but I came out here because I do not like being around so many people.&nbsp; There are hundreds and hundreds of folks just on one small island.&nbsp; They live in houses with rooms like this, but pilled on top of each other.<br><br>He pulled off his buckskin and put on a wool sweater.&nbsp; It was patched but warm.&nbsp; He offered her an extra sweater he kept around.&nbsp; <br><br>“You can take off that buckskin.&nbsp; This wool is right cozy”&nbsp; he said.&nbsp; “And sit down and rest.&nbsp; You had a long day.&nbsp; Supper’ll be ready soon.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 00:57:09</strong>
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				She lisened intently to all he had to say on the matter of what he was and why he was here. His discription of where he was from was baffling to say the least, how could that many people be supported by such a small area of land wouldn't they need more?<br><br>Red crow extended her hand slowly and grasped the garment he offered, it was warm and soft to the touch. She ran her fingers numerous times over the well worn collar and then proceeded to thank him.<br>"Thank you Amos"<br><br>Setting the sweater down on the chair she proceeded to pull her damp leather poncho over her head, revealing the few inches of flat stomach between the end of her legging and beginning of her shirt. Her shirt was fringed and heavily worn out, short sleeves that fell and bunched around her shoulders. Because that was also damp she pulled that off also and set it with her poncho across one of the chairs, leaving her for a moment in the tight laced leather tube top which kept her breasts pressed down. Finally she slipped on the sweater, looking down at herself in it she could hardly contain the smile that came across her face. It was so soft.
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 16:19:53</strong>
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				Amos had not seen a&nbsp; naked woman in a long time and his response was immediate and uncontrolable.&nbsp; He stared, blushed and pulled his own sweater down to hide the bulge in his pants, but could not turn away.&nbsp; He watched her admire the sweater then said "Let's eat."<br><br>He dished up two bowls of stew and sat at his table, gesturing for her to join him.&nbsp; He wsa still blushing and could not take his mind off her body.
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 16:40:54</strong>
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				She took note of the fact he was watching, but made no comment about it since it didn't seem to bother him it didn't bother her. The sweater was large on her and drooped unevenly off one shoulder, and fell well past her finger tips. Watching him she noted how he sat and did her best to imitate him and sit in her own chair opposite him.<br>"Where are your women?"<br>She asked slowly, running her finger tips around the rim of the still too hot stew.
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 18:23:10</strong>
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				Don't have any women.&nbsp; I had a wife once but<br><br><br>a pained expression crossed his face<br><br>She is dead.&nbsp; Anyway pretty dangerous up here for white women still.&nbsp; They are not as strong as you.&nbsp; &nbsp;I have not found any local women I like that much yet.&nbsp; He smiled<br><br>That may be changing though.<br><br>He looked at her soft, dark skin showing on her shoulder and longed to touch it.<br><br>After finishing his stew he got out the pie, still piping&nbsp; hot, and served it up.<br><br>"I hope you like this."&nbsp; He smiled.
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 22:13:10</strong>
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				"Cooking I see you do yourself but it is not a masculine trait."<br><br>His highly unorthodox behavior forced her to break her calm silence, he was being hospitable to her and she owed him for her life now. So she really should not have said anything about his behavior even if it went against everything she had always observed.<br><br>White women, the words rolled over in her head slowly and she imagined something only slightly more feminine than him with a beard of coarse. She made a mental note of the way his eyes went to her bar shoulder and tucked it away, watching him move away from the table. Whatever it was smelled nice, carefully she slipped her two fingers underneath the crust and broke a morsel off. She found she had to suck on her fingers for a few moments to get the juice off but it was good.<br><br>"It is good, I have not tasted anything like it before Amos."
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 22:38:21</strong>
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				Well hell, if I did not cook, I'd starve, right?&nbsp; he laughed. "Do the Lakota men not cook when off on a hunt for some time?"<br><br>I am glad you like it.<br><br>He finished and busied himself with the cleaning.&nbsp; The wind was still howling and he checked outside.&nbsp; The snow was already beginign to drift.&nbsp; It had snowed at least 6 inches, with no sign of let up.&nbsp; "This is a real blizzard" he said.&nbsp; <br><br>"umm listen... I don't mean to be impolite, but on a night this cold I ussually put a bed roll and buffalo robes right in front of the fire to sleep.&nbsp; It would be the warmest and..uhh I really don't mean anything else other than to keep us warm."<br><br>He rubbed his neck in a flustered way.
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 22:54:35</strong>
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				"No they take preserved strips of meat and boil water, that helps to make then edible again"<br>She explained calmly, turning to look towards the door noting the howl of the wind outside. It must be bad, she was beginning to worry about getting back in time because she did not wish to strain Amos with her presence. This reminded her she had not offered him anything in return for her life.<br><br>"Amos I do not have anything to give you in return for your assistance."<br><br>She felt a degree of shame overwhelm her at this omission, he seemed decent and giving but it was wrong of her to take advantage. In the back of her mind she toyed around with a certain proposition for him. Slowly she formed herself a very simple Lakota phrase.<br><br>"Red crow could warm your bed?"
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 23:42:33</strong>
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				The Lakota have helped me, I am returning the favor.<br><br>And we can warm each others bed, yes.&nbsp; That would be good.<br><br>He suspected she meant something else, but assumed it was just his fractured Lakota.
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				Post by: <strong>Mydearnevermore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2008, 23:56:39</strong>
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				She took his answer at his word, moving off her chair she followed him to the place where he made his pallet on the floor. Red Crow sank down to the ground in front of the fire, looking up at him from beneath her thick black lashes. She had offered so she could not take it back now, she would merely wait for him to finish.
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				Post by: <strong>Older And Wiser</strong> on <strong>25-11-2008, 16:33:50</strong>
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				Amos spread the buffallo hides on the floor, then stoked the fire with slow burining fuel that would provide heat throughout the night.&nbsp; He turned to Red Crow, blushed and stripped out of his clothes. <br><br>I always sleep naked.&nbsp; But that doesn't mean I want to do anything or be impolite.<br><br>He blushed again and grined sheepishly.
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