Jonas sat with his back against a tree. His musket lay against his right thigh where he has dropped it. The wet would be doing a number on the barrel, but the Ston arrowhead in his shoulder kept him from caring.
Jonas sat with his back against a tree. His musket lay against his right thigh where he has dropped it. The wet would be doing a number on the barrel, but the Ston arrowhead in his shoulder kept him from caring.  horror stories
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Jonas sat with his back against a tree. His musket lay against his right thigh where he has dropped it. The wet would be doing a number on the barrel, but the Ston arrowhead in his shoulder kept him from caring.

Hours had passed since his group had been amb

There had been no signs of the savages anywhere near them. Zeke was sure there had been no tracks. He was sure until they cracked his skull with a club and scalped

Jonas tried to reach for his pipe but the shards of stone in his shoulder made him cry out and abort the attempt to smok

The only sound in the valley was the sound of Jonas’ ragged breath. Not even a coyote was howling. Sounded like he would die in silence.

All of his friends had been defiled and stripped of anything valuable, but not Jonas. From his boots to the top of his head he was conple

Sometime passed because the moon was now in a different place. His whole arm was a mass of pain and agony but there was still breath in his chest. The ground shifted beneath him making him whimper

Black hands shot up from the soil and wrapped painfully around his legs. He screamed. They crushed the bones in his legs before another bandshot into his open mouth choking out any sound he

The ban in his mouth opened up and he felt his teeth break in his mouth. The earth opened beneath him and he was pulled under.

With the way his body was being mangled the only way he knew he was underground was that dirt had covered his eyes. The last thought he had was that the savages had left him to die like this. The hand burst through his head.

All that was found of Jonas Mitchell was his musket and blood in a pool before an old trJonas Mitchell was just another story told around the campfires of all who traveled west.

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