Confrontation Jacob was trembling. He stood transfixed with the guilt. He’d watched Bodie brutally whipped. Dozens of agonising lashes thwacking with gut-chilling smacks into his ribs. Cutting down over his straining chest. Jacob gasped .. at the force of pain that thudded across Bodie’s muscle-packed waist. Tirelessly the brave with the whip was putting all his strength behind each blow. Honoured to break the down. The pain would have doubled Bodie up .. except his arms were pinned out-wide. Jacob could almost feel the agony as the wind was sent thumping up into Bodie’s chest. Like a massive punch in the belly .. the force exploding in his lungs. Roped-down his legs tried to lift .. to compensate. His lower body jarring upwards .. big thigh muscles locked in spasms. Jacob bit on his bottom lip. At tremors of agony tearing through Bodie’s muscular torso .. in savage convulsions of pain. ➼ ➼➼➼ Miraculously Bodie had hardly cried out. Gut-wrenching pain had been repeatedly lashed across his front. His stubborn silence had only goaded the brave with the whip. Only a few times .. when pain was quickly loaded on top of another body-crunching hit .. just a few times had a cry of tortured pain escaped. Hung up in the air. Crucified for Jacob’s crimes. Brutally whip-lashed. Inhumanely beaten. Whipped to show the weakness of the white-man under Sioux torture. Hunting Wind had called a halt. Had he been impressed? Bodie had stood up to their punishment .. as good as the best Sioux brave. Impressed? Or had Hunting Wind stopped the whipping because he feared this white-man would not break? He’d not scream out his pain. Not what Hunting Wind had wanted to prove to his tribe. Not the night before their attack.
Confrontation Jacob was trembling. He stood transfixed with the guilt. He’d watched Bodie brutally whipped. Dozens of agonising lashes thwacking with gut-chilling smacks into his ribs. Cutting down over his straining chest. Jacob gasped .. at the force of pain that thudded across Bodie’s muscle-packed waist. Tirelessly the brave with the whip was putting all his strength behind each blow. Honoured to break the down. The pain would have doubled Bodie up .. except his arms were pinned out-wide. Jacob could almost feel the agony as the wind was sent thumping up into Bodie’s chest. Like a massive punch in the belly .. the force exploding in his lungs. Roped-down his legs tried to lift .. to compensate. His lower body jarring upwards .. big thigh muscles locked in spasms. Jacob bit on his bottom lip. At tremors of agony tearing through Bodie’s muscular torso .. in savage convulsions of pain. ➼ ➼➼➼ Miraculously Bodie had hardly cried out. Gut-wrenching pain had been repeatedly lashed across his front. His stubborn silence had only goaded the brave with the whip. Only a few times .. when pain was quickly loaded on top of another body-crunching hit .. just a few times had a cry of tortured pain escaped. Hung up in the air. Crucified for Jacob’s crimes. Brutally whip-lashed. Inhumanely beaten. Whipped to show the weakness of the white-man under Sioux torture. Hunting Wind had called a halt. Had he been impressed? Bodie had stood up to their punishment .. as good as the best Sioux brave. Impressed? Or had Hunting Wind stopped the whipping because he feared this white-man would not break? He’d not scream out his pain. Not what Hunting Wind had wanted to prove to his tribe. Not the night before their attack.
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