Read Online The Legend of the Phantom by Jacob Nelson - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jacob Nelson
Ads: Link
east in the land of the mesas when they were captured. The Hopi found them asleep and surrounded them by the time they awoke.
They took Kit’s swords from him, but left his guns in the holsters around his waist. They marched them off to their village, a mass of square rooms that seemed to be built one upon the other. Ladders made of thin poles were the means of moving from the one level to the next, and were pulled up out of reach when nightfall came. There, the Hopi banished them into a square mud hut on the ground level while they made preparations for that evening.
Shortly, the Hopi guards brought them food, and cut their prisoners hands’ free to eat it. It was painfully obvious that because the guards had them surrounded they didn’t believe there was any chance of the prisoners escaping.
However, for the trio of prisoners, the evening preparations by the Hopi never happened. The moment Kit was out of view of the open doorway, he hurriedly prepared his pistols. Watching through the slats in the walls of the shed, the trio prepared for their opportunity to escape.
The moment soon came as the tribe sat down for a great feast. As the women brought out the food, the prisoners’ guard became distracted, letting his gaze follow the woman rather than the hut’s open doorway. Immediately, Kit burst out, sweeping the guard off his feet. Caribo came out next, and seeing the guard down, kicked him in the head, causing the guard to lose consciousness.
The tribe stood as one and a warrior ran towards Kit, spear brandished.
Kit slowly made a production of raising his pistol and, having aimed it at the fellow, waited until he was close enough that Kit could not miss. At that moment, Kit fired his weapon, and watched the warrior fall lifeless to the ground. Shocked, the other warriors stopped as they examined their comrade. One however, decided that it must have been a coincidence for his compatriot’s untimely death and immediately came at Kit. As the warrior raised his arm to throw a spear at the pale one, Kit aimed, fired his pistol and dropped him dead.
The warriors now knew without a doubt that Kit had some means of killing them from a distance that was faster than they could throw a spear. What they didn’t know was that he had not reloaded and therefore had nothing more that he could have done had they decided to charge him.
Thankfully , Kit won the ruse. They scattered. As Kit and Caribo coaxed Miya out of the hut, a fearful woman was pushed out toward the fallen men. Kit watched her, but did not point his pistol at her. As soon as she confirmed they were dead, she looked up at them. Kit raised his hands to show he meant her no harm. Then he took a step toward her. He stretched out his hand in an attempt to raise her to her feet.
Suddenly, the woman stared at Kit’s hands, as if seeing the rings for the first time. She then prostrated herself on the ground and scooted backwards to the crowd.
Once among the crowd , she told them of the rings as was evident by the gesturing involved. One of the men she told decided that it was best if their prisoners left, and gathering the prisoner’s things, threw the whole lot of it into a great pile in the middle of the clearing where their dead comrades lay.
Kit decided to leave and urged Caribo and Miya to gather supplies. As they collected their items, Kit reloaded his pistols. As he finished reloading the pistols, he looked at their supplies and noticed that the tribesmen even left his espadas for him.
As Kit fastened his belt that housed his swords, the same woman that had seen the rings returned with a pile of gifts for them: silver and gold. They thanked her, and collecting the items, they left, grabbing a bit of food from the table as they did so. They were only followed far enough to ascertain that they left the tribe’s territory.
The trio continued to follow the river as before. As the sun set upon the landscape around them, something in front of them stood out
They took Kit’s swords from him, but left his guns in the holsters around his waist. They marched them off to their village, a mass of square rooms that seemed to be built one upon the other. Ladders made of thin poles were the means of moving from the one level to the next, and were pulled up out of reach when nightfall came. There, the Hopi banished them into a square mud hut on the ground level while they made preparations for that evening.
Shortly, the Hopi guards brought them food, and cut their prisoners hands’ free to eat it. It was painfully obvious that because the guards had them surrounded they didn’t believe there was any chance of the prisoners escaping.
However, for the trio of prisoners, the evening preparations by the Hopi never happened. The moment Kit was out of view of the open doorway, he hurriedly prepared his pistols. Watching through the slats in the walls of the shed, the trio prepared for their opportunity to escape.
The moment soon came as the tribe sat down for a great feast. As the women brought out the food, the prisoners’ guard became distracted, letting his gaze follow the woman rather than the hut’s open doorway. Immediately, Kit burst out, sweeping the guard off his feet. Caribo came out next, and seeing the guard down, kicked him in the head, causing the guard to lose consciousness.
The tribe stood as one and a warrior ran towards Kit, spear brandished.
Kit slowly made a production of raising his pistol and, having aimed it at the fellow, waited until he was close enough that Kit could not miss. At that moment, Kit fired his weapon, and watched the warrior fall lifeless to the ground. Shocked, the other warriors stopped as they examined their comrade. One however, decided that it must have been a coincidence for his compatriot’s untimely death and immediately came at Kit. As the warrior raised his arm to throw a spear at the pale one, Kit aimed, fired his pistol and dropped him dead.
The warriors now knew without a doubt that Kit had some means of killing them from a distance that was faster than they could throw a spear. What they didn’t know was that he had not reloaded and therefore had nothing more that he could have done had they decided to charge him.
Thankfully , Kit won the ruse. They scattered. As Kit and Caribo coaxed Miya out of the hut, a fearful woman was pushed out toward the fallen men. Kit watched her, but did not point his pistol at her. As soon as she confirmed they were dead, she looked up at them. Kit raised his hands to show he meant her no harm. Then he took a step toward her. He stretched out his hand in an attempt to raise her to her feet.
Suddenly, the woman stared at Kit’s hands, as if seeing the rings for the first time. She then prostrated herself on the ground and scooted backwards to the crowd.
Once among the crowd , she told them of the rings as was evident by the gesturing involved. One of the men she told decided that it was best if their prisoners left, and gathering the prisoner’s things, threw the whole lot of it into a great pile in the middle of the clearing where their dead comrades lay.
Kit decided to leave and urged Caribo and Miya to gather supplies. As they collected their items, Kit reloaded his pistols. As he finished reloading the pistols, he looked at their supplies and noticed that the tribesmen even left his espadas for him.
As Kit fastened his belt that housed his swords, the same woman that had seen the rings returned with a pile of gifts for them: silver and gold. They thanked her, and collecting the items, they left, grabbing a bit of food from the table as they did so. They were only followed far enough to ascertain that they left the tribe’s territory.
The trio continued to follow the river as before. As the sun set upon the landscape around them, something in front of them stood out
Similar Books
![Between Two Doms [Club of Dominance 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)](https://fs.dianahicksbooks.com/615655/thumbs/152x264/between-two-doms-club-of-dominance-1-siren-publishing-menage-everlasting.png)
