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.