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Books from India

Chapter 1

Bheem fortuitously appeared at her window causing the young woman preparing to go to sleep to startle.

- Jenny,” his voice made her look at her door worried that someone might hear him.

- Bheem...” She approached the balcony and whispered looking surprised at his appearance, ‘I thought you would take Ram and leave, it is dangerous to come here, my uncles...’.

It still felt strange to call him Bheem instead of Akhtar, but he confided his real name when she got him the prison map to rescue Ram.

- Jenny... You have to come with me,” Bheem called out to the young woman and suddenly she heard a series of shouts and gunshots... ‘When I was taking Ram, I found out that they organized to come here...’ Jenny opened her eyes.

- What?” Jenny opened her eyes in surprise.

- Not everyone wants to solve this conflict peacefully...- Bheem expressed and saw the young woman turn to leave - The governor and his wife were fleeing in the direction of the eastern base...

- It is not possible...- Jenny denied and felt Bheem's hand holding her so that she would not move away from the window... - They knew I was here...

The young English girl stared at the room for a few seconds, they knew she was here, but it was also true that they seemed deeply offended with her to the point of not speaking to her for the last few days. After Bheem was captured by Ram it didn't take long to spread the report that she took them to the Ymca party, from that moment on she felt judged by every look inside those walls.

- Jenny... we have to go...- Bheem expressed and she let go for a few seconds and then ran to her night table throwing some papers, money and a little black box inside her purse.

Jenny heard some gunshots closer and closer and could see the reflection of fire in the surroundings, she opened her closet and took the first dress and coat she had and threw it in the bag and went back to Bheem.

- Come...- The revolutionary offered Jenny his hand, and as a child trusts her parents she followed every indication he gave her, from riding on his back for him to lower them through a column, to taking shelter in tree after tree avoiding a crowd of people tired of the injustice and violence with which they were treated.

When Jenny and Bheem finally stopped, she was exhausted and discovered that he was going a little further and began to remove some branches from a small, almost rickety pickup truck.

- Where did you get that,” she asked taking a deep breath as her heart practically leapt out of her chest.

- It was abandoned in the garage, we repaired it some time ago, when I rescued Ram I went straight to the garage,” Bheem affirmed and when he finished removing the branches he climbed into the back, ”Anna, can you hear me?

Jenny slowly approached the truck observing the surroundings out of the corner of her eye, she had no idea how far she ran until she could get far enough away from her aunt and uncle's house, she still couldn't believe they left her behind, but in a way, it wasn't a surprise for them, her aunt had been trying for days to get her uncle to give her some kind of reprimand. The Governor was her uncle on her mother's side, and he was a little more kind to her than Lady Scott.

- We have to leave,” Bheem said and discovered the young woman put her bag down on the floor, ”Jenny?

- Thank you for saving me, but I have to stay here,” Jenny said, ”I have a ticket for the ship in three days, I have to go to Bombay in the morning.

- You can't stay here, many people are still angry and can hurt you,” Bheem said taking her bag from the floor.

- I'll be fine, I'll just walk in the direction of the train,” she affirmed and as she was about to take the bag Bheem's hand gently but firmly took hers.

- I have to protect you both, Jenny...” Bheem affirmed and she blinked in confusion.

The confusion left Jenny's mind when she discovered Ram completely dirty and with his hair and beard so long that he looked older. He was settled in the back of the van.

- He... He has a fever and is badly wounded,” Bheem expressed in anguish, ”But that is not all, the people of our village consider him a traitor, I have to take him away from here. I'll take you to Bombay, I don't know how we'll get there safely, but I promise I'll get you there safely.

- Listen...- Jenny turned and looked at Bheem- if he has a fever we need some medicine, and food for the trip. Look for some old clothes and sheets as soon as we get away from here....

Bheem was still slow to understand what she was saying, but his English was more acceptable than at first.

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Governor Scott used to tell Jenny that she would have made an amazing doctor, had she not been a woman. Jenny's father was a doctor, and a very good one, but unfortunately she couldn't often demonstrate her inherited gift. But she was sure this was one of those cases where her knowledge would not only save another, but herself.

The young woman was changing the cloth on Ram's forehead while Bheem was tearing to shreds the worn cloth of a sheet. She knew that by medical measures, the English did not approach those who were infected with smallpox or leprosy.

Leprosy was the perfect excuse to keep Ram, and herself, covered. Besides that a leper colony was being built in Bombay, she was inwardly grateful to be involved in charity at this time, although it felt like a false charity seeing all that her country was taking from these people.

The trip was uncomfortable for the young woman, but she was a little calmer because both she and Ram had safely passed three checkpoints, who at the word Lepers, almost threw Bheem out of there.

The young woman observed the ancher after a whole day's journey, they needed to rest.

- He has not woken up since we left the prison...” Bheem exclaimed, wiping Ram's face.

- His fever is very high, I'm afraid,” Jenny dissolved an anesthetic in the water again, ”he may have too many internal injuries.

Bheem was silent and she walked over to where he was sitting next to Ram.

- Let's try to get him to drink some more, he hardly drank the soup on the way,” she said, extending the metal cup to Bheem.

Bheem sat her anna down, and Jenny poured the water little by little into her mouth.

- Jenny...” Bheem called out to her and looked into her eyes where the fire they lit glowed dimly, ”I need you to take Ram with you.

The young Englishwoman put the glass to Ram's lips who slurped with a groan but without waking up, her eyes were full of confusion.

- What? - She gasped.

- I promised to bring Ram back to Seetha, and I will keep it,” Bheem mentioned noticing her expressive eyes, ”But he won't get better here, in England there are good medicines.

- Wait, Bheem it's a three week journey, without proper care Ram won't make it either,” Jenny mentioned turning her eyes to Ram and gathering the water dripping from his mouth with her other hand, ” What am I going to tell him when he wakes up?

- If the mob finds him, or the soldiers, I will do anything to protect him,” Bheem mentioned and his expression turned somber, ”But I would prefer him to live, however he will not be able to defend himself in this state, they can kill me and I would not mind, but I would not forgive myself if I fail to return him home.

Jenny looked at the determination in Bheem's dark eyes, and knew it was true.

- I... I can't promise I'll take him, but we'll find medicine for him and a doctor in Bombay, that I promise with my life,” Jenny affirmed and noticed Bheem's countenance relax a little, ”We need to get some sleep.

As she settled into the back of the van on the mats and precarious sheets, she looked up at the stars shining brightly over the treetops. This was not normal in the life of a young English girl, but for some reason she was not terrified.

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Jenny took a quick bath and thanked heaven to find the Watson hotel with the right room for her, it was still uncomfortable to receive those indiscreet looks at her person, it was not normal to receive young women staying alone.

She was finally able to change after almost two days of travel, and stared at her damp hair in the mirror.

Two hours earlier she and Bheem managed to find a doctor to attend to Ram, before they had to explain to him insistently that they were not lepers, that they were only fleeing for their lives. The doctor immediately helped them without hesitation, even giving Jenny a room to remove the cloths that covered her completely.

She still had to return with discretion there, she needed to get some medicine for Ram and leave them money so they could return safely, though in her heart she knew they would not be safe, not as long as their enemies were her uncles and England.

Jenny lay down on the bed for a few seconds and closed her eyes, she would just rest for a few moments and then go to where Bheem and Ram were.

When she opened her eyes again she discovered that night was beginning to fall over the city and she was startled, she reprimanded herself for letting her tiredness get the better of her. Opening her purse she took some of her money making sure her ticket was still there.

The small dispensary had what she needed and she paid without a problem what an Indian could not afford without a month's work. Jenny walked forward avoiding showing too much of her face, many soldiers were coming and going to the Governor's house in Delhi, and she did not want to be recognized.

Jenny took a rickshaw completely against her good manners and explained with great difficulty where she wanted to go, the young man looked at her with confusion but at last seemed to understand when she said: Doctor Ali.

The Englishwoman did not like this kind of transport, in fact she preferred to drive the cars from her uncle's house, they made her feel that she had a purpose rather than just being pretty and submissive as her aunt used to refer to the ideal woman.

Jenny paid for the ride about 10 minutes later, asking for it to wait. She was relieved when she discovered Bheem at the entrance of what was a neighborhood, exactly where they had been this afternoon.

- Jenny...- He was instantly relieved to see her.

- I'm sorry, I was too tired,” she apologized, extending the small bag with medicines ans money for Ram, ”My ship leaves tomorrow at noon Bheem, and I have to leave to prepare everything.

Bheem's eyes danced in confusion as he looked at her.

- I will leave you some money to pay for the doctor's services, and maybe it will help you and Ram get home faster,” Jenny said and watched Bheem extend her hand.

- Jenny, I need you to take Ram with you,” Bheem exclaimed, ”Dr. Ali came back from the market this afternoon, he says that the soldiers are starting to search the houses one by one, it seems that what happened in Delhi is serious.

The young Englishwoman gasped, not knowing what to do.

- Bheem, if they recognize Ram, and if they recognize me as an accomplice, do you know what that means for me? Jenny frowned, she wanted to help them, God she really wanted to but not to be discovered in these conditions would be like a miracle.

Bheem lowered her hand understanding from her expression that in fact being here was a risk to herself.

- Thank you, Jenny,” Bheem mentioned clasping her hands together and she shook her head.

- Thank you for coming for me, Bheem. I don't know if I would be alive otherwise.

She just nodded and before she felt her heart break into a thousand pieces for a reason she couldn't explain, she just turned and walked back in the direction of the rickshaw.

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Jenny's eyes widened in surprise when she discovered Bheem at the port, he was with a turban on his head and impeccable clothes that looked like some respectable Indian businessman.

- Bheem...- She tried only to monosyllabize, worried about attracting attention.

- Last night the soldiers searched the doctor's house, I have no safe place for Ram, so we just, we just have you,” Bheem expressed and extended an already stamped ticket in her hands, ”He is in the server section. I registered him as Akhtar

- I am supposed to be carrying a servant...” Jenny looked at Ram's ticket and then at Bheem wondering where he got those clothes from.

- Yes... please, I beg you,” Bheem insisted and placed a moon necklace on the ticket, ”I am entrusting my Anna's life to you.

Jenny felt panic take hold of her and then after Bheem she began to see that some soldiers were advancing and register all the Indians who were there.

- I'll take care of him, you should leave now,” she said feigning as much indifference as she could and put the ticket along with the necklace in her purse.

Jenny didn't turn around once she crossed Bheem's side, but her body was shaking violently, how was Ram supposed to survive three weeks of travel in such a bad state?

Notes:

I'm a fan of writing crack ship and have yet to see Ram x Jenny content as a couple. They seem perfect for each other, although I like bheem x jenny, I enjoy imagining her with Ram more, Sorry Seetha and Bheem, I love them too. English is not my native language, sorry for the mistakes.

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Ram x Jenny

Summary: When Bheem saves Ram, Ram is badly injured and to protect him, he sends Ram with Jenny back to England.

So yes, this will be the context of this fanfic that I've already written a couple of chapters, but I'm having trouble translating them.

I'll upload it shortly so I can get them out of my head a bit.

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Crack ship in RRR

Sorry but I'm a fan of crack couples, and the one I'm most interested in writing about at the moment is Jenny x Ram from RRR.

Because dear god, she's sweet and almost an angel while Ram is everything a human God could be.

So I'll upload my attempt at a fanfic centered around Jenny's character.

Inaugurating the Ram x Jenny ❤️😍

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Their chemistry together is simply intoxicating.

Simply the perfect fictional couple.

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The discussions between Eli and Cornelia would be like:

What do you mean you forgot the rifle in the house?

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Im still reeling from the ending and i finished it like last weekend... so to make myself feel better Cornelia is a vampire because I want her and Eli to be happy together akdfhasdf cliche i know but lol

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Love this ❤️

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Another Life

When I wake up I feel I have never seen you in my life, and yet I feel I must look for you. Are you in this world, are you real…? Because I feel like you are the missing part of my life.

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Chapter: Native

Eli noticed the relief on Cornelia's face when she found the Cheyenne children safe and sound at the rendezvous point. She almost ran to embrace them, though she did not, realizing that it might not be to her father's or grandmother's liking. They had traveled long hours to arrive on time, all their possessions were in the hands of the Cheyenne family.

- The god has favored him in his quest," Cloud exclaimed, greeting Eli.

The Pawnee only nodded in response.

- We are halfway to the settlement," Cloud said and pointed to Cornelia, "you are both welcome.

Eli looked at her companion, she smiled at the children as she searched through her belongings. She quickly found her change of clothes.

- Medicine," Cloud said, bringing Eli back to reality, "She hasn't spoken.

- I need a plant...

- Just another half day, we'll get it at the settlement," Cloud said.

Eli had no intention of continuing with them for another minute, he wanted to get out of such a conspicuous group, but the honey had only eased Cornelia's pain. A day and a half without speaking was beginning to worry him, perhaps it had damaged his voice permanently.

- He invites us to his community for the night," Eli said a few minutes later, arriving at Cornelia's side as the Cheyenne family prepared to resume their journey, "I imagine you want to make sure they arrive safely.

Cornelia nodded and the Pawnee was sure she would answer in the affirmative.

- Tonight only Cornelia, we have to leave in the morning," Eli explained.

She smiled softly at him, she had him too entangled and at this point she didn't know if she was smiling at him because she agreed, or because she was sure that if she refused to leave, he would stay there with her,

Eli still thought about the promise he made, they would be together, no matter what the rest of this earth thought about them. But just as he told her, it would not be easy. The English condemnation would be pointed out forever, but the Pawnee condemnation would be just as calamitous. Eli looked at Cornelia who secured her belongings, it was not the first time a native had fallen in love with an Englishman, or vice versa.

In his village, a Pawnee woman was taken as the wife of an English landowner, never to be seen again. The Sioux gave women from their village as wives as a sign of peace treaty to several French traders, the list varied but it existed. Never with good results in this land, many had been persecuted to the extent of having to flee this land. Others had enough power that the opinion of others was not worth a tenth.

Eli adjusted his saddle on his horse, he did not have enough power to keep the curious away and prevent the rumor from spreading like the wind. He is sure that before long he and Cornelia will attract enough attention to be noticed. Then there won't be a place on this earth where they won't be sought after. The feeling overwhelms Eli and he turns to look at Cornelia who to his surprise has arrived at his side.

- Stop... thinking..." She finally speaks, with some difficulty and her voice a little hoarse, "We'll be fine.

Eli would like to lean over and kiss her, but given the presence of the others there he just nods and then helps the Cheyenne children mount. Cornelia smiles as she watches Eli perform such a tender action. he will make an excellent father.

Cornelia's cheeks burn at the thought and she turns in the opposite direction, her eyes meeting the critical gaze of the older Cheyenne woman. Cornelia doesn't quite know if the older woman speaks, in fact she hasn't even seen her gesture, she knows she understands her own dialect. The looks she usually gives her are unfamiliar to the Englishwoman, but inwardly she prays that it is only her impression that the older woman does not like her.

Cloud points in the direction and soon the group of 6 is on their way, Cornelia and Eli trailing behind together, occasionally giving each other a sidelong glance and a smile of mutual commitment, of living together.

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Cornelia felt comfortable without so many curious eyes on them, she thought she would actually feel intimidated, but the group was no larger than about 50 people, they had been welcomed without problems and even provided them with a small tent.

- Getting rid of the horses would be best," Eli pointed to the Cheyenne leader of the group who was talking to him, "The hunting party is dead, but the man could recognize his men's horses easily.

- That won't be a problem," the chief said, "We are not from the same village, but you are welcome here for bringing back our people.

Eli did not answer, he really did not want to interfere in this. Cornelia was the reason he was here in the first place, she and her desire to help others.

- It was the woman," Cloud pointed out, sitting down next to the boss.

- Then you both have our thanks," the chief exclaimed and looked at Cloud.

- We won't be staying more than tonight," Eli said.

- What is your course," the chief inquired and noticed Eli's reluctance to tell them, it was obvious that he saw them as a link from which they could be tracked, "However, wherever you go, you and that woman are not safe.

Eli was silent, the chief's dark solemnity reminding him of mata al agua and his words. Her mind spins in circles about the same thing since the night on Thomas Trafford's land, she is not safe with him. But he has promised, he told her only two days ago, and he doesn't expect to break that promise as long as he lives. Eli has lived without fear so far, as much as she has lived surrounded by pain and loss, both walking the same path.

- Not all natives are trustworthy," the chief said, not that Eli was surprised by that statement, "and not all whites are devils. But what is true about any of them is that the idea that both people can exist in peace and love is hateful to either.

Eli understood the point.

Cornelia watched Eli and the two men sitting in the distance. She was a few feet behind him sitting at a small campfire accompanied by Cheyenne children who seemed to be having fun with her hair. Cheyenne women were preparing a brew a few feet to her side, and the blue eyes were watching how skillfully their hands were whisking and grinding.

Cornelia's gaze drifted for a few seconds to the darkening sky, something about all these women surviving in the midst of this war with their children made her think curiously of Eli's wife. She sure was a magnificent woman, someone who would wake her husband with a warm smile and send him off with a sweet kiss. Cornelia blinked hard as she looked up at the sky, for her her boy and Eli's family were there. In her heart Cornelia wished for them to pass them together, because although they were not alive to touch them with their hands, they were alive not to forget them in their minds and in their "medicine".

A woman held out to Cornelia a small container whose slimy contents did not seem very appetizing to the Englishwoman, then the woman pointed to Cornelia's throat. The blue eyes widened more than usual in understanding and she nodded in agreement.

Eli looked over the boss's shoulder at Cornelia raising the bowl to her mouth and jumped up as she drew an apprehensive line across her lips.

Cornelia made a huge effort to swallow the concoction, its taste was strong and stung in the throat but the hardest part was that its gelatinous texture made it unpleasant. She swallowed in a deep breath and opened her eyes to find Eli leaning over her side just to catch her as her nostrils were invaded by a refreshing but intoxicating smell.

- Easy, you shouldn't have drank that all of a sudden," Eli mentioned seeing Cornelia's disoriented expression, "I'll take you somewhere more comfortable.

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Cornelia opened her eyes and discovered Eli shirtless with his back to her, he seemed to be changing his clothes and by the quiet way he was doing it he wasn't waiting for her to be awake. He was standing right in the middle of the tent which was the highest part, lit by the glow of the campfires around him.

The Englishwoman felt her cheeks burn as if she were doing something forbidden, but she couldn't help but silently appreciate Eli's back until she noticed the fact that the Pawnee's inner thighs were bare, she never realized that his pants were chaps that exposed his inner thighs. Eli turned around just grabbing the striped shirt until she caught the reflection of the fire in the blue eyes that were on the makeshift bed on the floor.

- I...- Cornelia gasped and was at a loss for words seeing Eli's curious gaze on her - I'm sorry....Her throat no longer hurt and her voice came out a little shakier than usual.

Cornelia felt like she was out of her element apologizing for this, he had seen her in her underwear twice, kissed her twice and they had saved each other. They loved each other and in essence, she hoped that at some point they could bring their naked bodies together to prove what love meant beyond promises and tests.

Eli still without much to say waited for her to order him to get dressed, or turn around in embarrassment but she kept looking at him as if waiting for him to say or do something to get her out of that situation.

- I've seen you in your underwear, Cornelia. Now I had to take your clothes off so they wouldn't get dirty," Eli said, "You're a woman and I'm a man. I hope that when you feel comfortable enough with me, I can make you my wife.

Cornelia's mouth remained open for a few seconds at that, that is, he was just waiting for her to decide when they should be together as a couple.

- I want to be your wife," Cornelia affirmed, sitting down without taking her eyes off his.

- Now?" Eli asked still holding his shirt in his hands. The tone in that question reminded him of his disbelief when she suggested that he had his family back with her and the Mennonite children. Not that he couldn't see himself starting a family, he didn't think a woman like her would be interested in him, ever.

- Yes," Cornelia affirmed and felt the air cut off as Eli took a few steps forward and squatted down in front of her with his legs closed.

- In my village, a gift is exchanged between spouses. Do you want a gift, Cornelia," Eli asked noticing her gaze lost on him.

- It's not necessary," she said, "But, if it's important to you...".

Cornelia hurriedly reached for her locket and carefully unclasped it, Eli had arranged it for her the night before.

- Cornelia...

- My boy was the man who filled me with hope while I was worthless to anyone around me. He tried so hard to give me the freedom that was denied to me and that was denied to him because of the way he was brought into the world," Cornelia kissed the locket and held it out in Eli's direction, "I know he would love you as much as a father. Please, I know you will care for him as much as I would.

Eli stared at the locket illuminated by the fire's reflection and then brought his eyes to Cornelia. He moved a little reaching into her purse, she watched him unwrap the small skull and hold it out to her, it meant as much to him as it did to her, her locket.

Cornelia took the small skull as Eli took the locket in his free hand. She caressed the little skull and smiled, she would protect it with her life, and she swore to herself that when they had their home; their gifts, their "medicine", their magic and now their vows, they would share a special place with them.

Cornelia reached into her saddlebag and pulled out a small cloth and wrapped the skull in its case and then wrapped the cloth around it. Eli caressed the locket knowing that the locks of Cornelia's boy were there. Just two men who loved her, a son, and now a husband.

Eli stood up and carried the locket to a small stick sticking out, hung it there and closed her eyes in silent prayer, she had never said a prayer for anyone but her family, but now this boy she never knew was part of her family.

Cornelia stared at Eli with her back to him and he remained silent for a few minutes. Cornelia didn't feel like she was abandoning her son, she knew that Eli and she understood what loss and grief meant. Now they had each other to divide the burdens of the past and face the future.

Eli turned and caught Cornelia looking at him with a smile.

-What?" Eli asked, gently releasing the shirt next to her.

- I'd like to be under the stars with you," she said.

- Then it wouldn't be very comfortable to be without clothes, Cornelia," Eli affirmed and she noticed that detail.

Eli leaned over the makeshift bed and kissed her lips in such a sweet and chaste way that it reaffirmed her concept that Eli Whipp was the opposite of the men of this earth.

- We don't need to do this yet, Cornelia," Eli said, pulling away from her and watching her blue eyes sparkle with intensity.

- I know, I know you don't want to make me do anything, Eli," she said his name so sweetly that it made him want her even more, "But we don't have to wait any longer, I love you now, here, under the same stars that you saved me, Eli.

The Pawnee felt even more in love with this beautiful woman who had turned his world upside down. She convulsed all his senses, she surprised him with her tenacity and her courage, she showed him that for her man or woman, Pawnee and Englishman, all were equal whether they had to die or live.

Eli kissed her again, though this time he used the weight of his body to lean her down until she was pinned against the bed and his body. Cornelia wrapped her arms around Eli's neck and felt his hands slide down her back, pulling her slightly away from the bed. Eli's tongue entered her mouth surprising the woman who felt the warmth of his pulse on her own tongue, she felt him gently bite her lips as she struggled to keep up with his kisses and heard herself sigh as the pressure of the corset disappeared, he had skillfully untied the lacing of her corset.

Eli sat up and looked down at her messy hair and her lips slightly swollen from the violence with which he began to kiss her.

- I'm sorry," Eli apologized, trying to compose himself and remembering that she might have bad memories of similar treatment.

- It's okay... I'm just thinking of you, Eli," Cornelia sat up and took off her gloves and unbraided her hair from the makeshift braids she was wearing. She felt her cheeks burning and brought her hands to her corset.

Eli took a few squat steps to her back and helped her out of the oppressive corset. She released it without too much interest and the feel of Eli's hands on her back gently caressing her neck made her close her eyes just wanting to feel his hands on every millimeter of her skin. He paused at various points on her back pressing gently as he drew circles.

- We can wait, if you wish," he offered once more.

- No," Cornelia replied, "Now is perfect.

Eli took that answer as a sign that she understood that from this moment on she would be his wife until they were reunited in the stars in the future.

The Pawnee slid his hands down the straps of Cornelia's blouse from her shoulders to her arms, he could feel her skin prickle at the touch of his fingers undressing her. He let her voluntarily unhook her arms from her blouse and when she did he slowly pulled the fabric down to her waist.

Cornelia felt a shiver run through her skin as her top became bare, she could see the fire around her varying in intensity as Eli's hands went to her back caressing her once more until they slowly reached down her ribs and closed on her belly under her breasts. The Pawnee sat behind her and sank his mouth into Cornelia's neck kissing the soft skin as he moved his hands up to her breasts and began to caress them.

The woman was hit by a variety of sensations and feelings. On one hand Eli's mouth kissed her neck in a way that made her want to sigh aloud, while his hands brushed and caressed her bare breasts making a pleasurable sensation throb in her intimacy. She bit her lips trying not to express out loud what her man's touch was doing to her, but every touch or caress made her lose her sanity a little.

Eli's hands played with her breasts until she felt her nipples harden and a pleasant yet uncomfortable sensation made her sigh loudly. Eli closed his left arm under her breasts and slid his hand across Cornelia's belly until he reached her intimacy still covered by the fabric pooled there. She felt Eli's head settle on her left shoulder and leaned dizzily against him.

Can you take it off," Eli asked and not needing a verbal response, Cornelia moved a few inches away from the bed and using him as a foothold finished pulling the underwear down until it was unhooked by her feet and off to the side, "Thank you.

Cornelia was about to settle between Eli's legs when he took her right hand and slowly turned her over until she was sitting on top of him. Cornelia blushed as she felt her center pressed against something hard that seemed to be Eli's manhood still imprisoned in his underwear.

- You are a beautiful woman, Cornelia," Eli affirmed and brought his right hand to her left cheek.

- I love you, Eli," Cornelia could only slip, knowing that these were her true feelings for the Pawnee.

- I know," Eli smiled and kissed Cornelia's lips, "tataciksta, Cornelia.

Now in this position their naked torsoes made the perfect contact that soothed them, Eli locked his arms around Cornelia's waist and pressed her against him trapping her mouth against his lips. The kiss soon became a silent struggle for which of the two would break the other's will first, and Eli couldn't say he was surprised by that. She was in the first instance the woman who subdued him with just a look and now she could easily be the death of him if she wanted to.

Eli knew she was inexperienced in this field, he could take her by surprise and at a certain point it was something he was curious to see in her eyes. So when Cornelia tentatively bit down on the native's lips, Eli closed his hands around her small waist and slid her hands over his erect member drawing a moan from Ella's lips. Cornelia blushed and felt her skin burn with the sensation between her legs and kissed Eli's lips again with more determination to provoke the same pleasure in him.

A couple more kisses and those deft movements of Eli's caused a steady moan from Cornelia to vibrate on Eli's lips.

The native knew she was ready for him. Cornelia gripped Eli's shoulders as she felt him lift her up with him and eleverate her a little more than his own height. Cornelia locked her legs around Eli's waist as he held her securely with his left arm. Cornelia continued to kiss and deepen Eli's mouth as she felt him maneuver her chaps and underwear, she was confident he wouldn't send them to the floor.

When his right hand closed around Cornelia's waist she knew they were now both naked. Eli slowly leaned down with her until he laid her on the mattress, a shiver ran through her belly and breasts as Eli's member brushed her inner thighs with a wet trail.

Cornelia's eyes found the glint of Eli's earrings and her braids falling to her sides and confirmed her belief that this was magic, this was all magic.

Eli caressed her cheek and whispered a few words in Pawnee that to Cornelia seemed like the most beautiful poetry that could ever be heard or written. Eli kissed her and when she was sunk on his lips, he caught her waist to rub it against his naked, throbbing member. Cornelia moaned a couple of times as her wet intimacy felt Eli's hot member slide over her. He repeated that several more times until a rather peculiar signal from Cornelia warned him of the danger of continuing to play with her, Cornelia's fingernails scored his back in a small moment of desperation.

Cornelia felt Eli's member finally settle at her entrance and securing her waist he pushed into her wet core. She moaned as she felt Eli's manhood enter her inch by inch and for just a few seconds she was sure she could see the stars through the fabric that served as a tent, and then he withdrew and just as she was about to protest, he filled her again.

Eli could feel the excitement trying to take hold of him and trying to push him into debauchery, and it was impossible not to feel that way with such a beautiful woman under him. A woman whose mouth had such beautiful, arousing expressions that could drive anyone crazy. he didn't want to hurt his woman in any way. But now that the rhythm was established between them, and his member was moving in and out of Cornelia's interior he could feel himself losing his will little by little.

The sound of their arousal collided in a dull, steady sound accompanied by Cornelia's moans and Eli's grunts, both were beginning to feel a little irrational at this point.

Cornelia saw the reflection of Eli's face and trying not to cloud her mind she nuzzled it to receive a kiss on her hand as he continued to move inside her and pound into her wet interior that was beginning to throb like a warning latency.

Eli pulled Cornelia a few inches closer to his pelvis and trapping her waist he sat her on top of him.

- I'm sorry, I want you too much, Cornelia," Eli affirmed and helped her begin to move up and down on his cock.

Cornelia, who thought the other position was a trial by fire, felt that in the current position she was going to pass out. She took a breath and was surprised at how much Eli's member filled her when it bumped against the native's pelvis.

- Keep going...- Eli grunted and helping her to set a faster pace kissed Cornelia's breasts and then sucked on her nipples.

The Englishwoman moaned and sighed as she went up and down on Eli's member, it felt like riding, but this... it didn't compare in the least, the glorious and sweet sensation of belonging in one body to someone like Eli, there was no comparison.

An overwhelming sensation spread from inside Cornelia, that little latency had grown and now she felt it throbbing as an ultimate warning.

- Eli...- Cornelia didn't know what was about to happen to her, but she couldn't say anything else when an electrifying and pleasurable sensation shot from her intimacy making her whole body vibrate.

The native felt Cornelia's intimacy squeeze him and he grunted something in pawnee as his body betrayed him against his will, he spilled into her caught up in the sensation of Cornelia's orgasm. She almost swooned against him with her mouth open looking around, she had the feeling of being in a dream, dizzy and completely happy.

Their sweaty, naked bodies against each other continued to breathe with some difficulty until Eli settled her on the bed and covered her up, settling her in his arms and planting a kiss on her forehead. She was drowsy but still opened her blue eyes for him.

- I love you, Eli," she assured him.

- I do too, Cornelia," Eli replied and pressed her against him, staring at her until she fell asleep.

It doesn't matter if it's in English or Pawnee, he loves Cornelia and that's all that matters.

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Eli settled Cornelia's chair and secured it as he watched the Cheyenne women watch him with a strange mixture of curiosity and some other indecipherable expression in their eyes.

Cornelia and he awoke early to discover that everything was perfect between them, they were still companions on the road, friends, respected each other, accepted each other, loved each other and now, they were husband and wife.

Cornelia handed a canteen to Eli who nodded and began to secure their belongings. An hour after everything was ready, Cornelia said goodbye to the Cheyenne children and was surprised when the children's grandmother handed her a small cloth bag.

Cornelia smiled and thanked her.

- What is it," Cornelia opened the bag and saw several types of plants.

The older woman answered in signs and Cornelia turned to Eli to translate. The Pawnee on his horse knew this was funny at some point, but knowing Cornelia it might only be funny to him and the Cheyenne.

- They are herbs to bear children, he says you look weak to give birth to a native child," Eli stated, he knew nothing was further from the truth that Cornelia was weak.

Cornelia blushed deeply, but did not feel insulted. These people had been uprooted from their lands, exterminated and ignored, for Cornelia any kindness from the Cheyenne was a great sign of their greatness.

- Thank you," Cornelia gestured with her hands, the only Cheyenne word she managed to catch from Cloud and Eli.

The older woman nodded and soon Cornelia and Eli rode off in the direction of their goal, Nebraska, where they hoped to get Eli's land. Cornelia hoped it would be by fair means, she did not want to have to start a revolution in this land for Eli to get what belonged to him, what was his by birth and right.

>>Remember I am not a native English speaker, this fanfic is being translated by an app. Sorry for any translation errors.<<

[tedexia]

Sometimes it seems like a dream, but I know it was not. You and I only met for a moment, but it was the most wonderful moment in the universe.

I know I will see you again, Eli.

Soon...

[tedexia]

Chapter 6: Honey.

The water was as clear as she expected it to be, the sun illuminated the watery surface that began to warm up without too much effort, it was a hot day and the next few days would be just as suffocating.

Cornelia turned in the direction of Eli who was lowering the saddle of his horse. She has so much to tell him, and now this excruciating pain in her throat won't let her speak. All the feelings had been there swirling around from the beginning. She refused to believe that there were only thieves and murderers in this land, and Eli was proof that her faith was founded.

She didn't really know much about men, but from what little contact she had had, she knew that not all of them were what they appeared to be.

First there was her father, the famous Joseph Locke, a military man and strategist recognized by the crown of England. Cornelia had been the light of his eyes, he would give anything for her. Except his honor. So even though he loved her, he had slapped her so indolently when she explained the rape she had suffered, that his love for her was reduced to nothing. She was confined to a farm to hide her shame from the public eye. Her father's eyes never looked at her or her little boy with love again.

Then there was Thomas Trafford, he was always a gentleman. She believed in him and to see him years later, still struggling to succeed in this land of blood and violence, proved to Cornelia that she was not wrong when she believed he would make a great husband. Thomas Trafford was still a perfect gentleman, and she wished him well.

The rest of the men had no qualification for Cornelia, they were only between whether or not they crossed her path.

Eli was all that mattered to her now. He reminded her of her father in a way, and a part of her smiled thinking of her mother swooning at the sight of her entering accompanied by someone like the native, someone who was not intimidated by any force. Someone who knew she was outraged and didn't blame her for it, someone who diverted her path only to accompany and protect her. Someone who loved her, with the same intensity that she loves him.

The Pawnee turned in her direction and approached her at a steady pace until he was next to her, she smiled at him and got a small smile in response.

- I'll look around, I'll probably get something for your pain," Eli affirmed and pointed to the trees surrounding the place, "I won't let you out of my sight and I'll be here right away if you need me.

Cornelia wanted to tell him that it wasn't necessary for her to leave, that is, she would be in her underwear for a few hours until her clothes dried, and from what she could see, Eli needed a shower as much as she did.

She gestured with her hands for him to stay there with her. Eli understood and knew Cornelia wouldn't mind if he stayed there.

- Danger can appear anywhere Cornelia," Eli explained, "First you clean yourself, then I will.

She was a little disappointed to lose his closeness, but nodded. It's not like she questioned him all the time, sometimes his questioning came up, but overall listening to him kept her alive.

Eli walked in the direction of some chestnut trees as she followed him with her eyes, she wasn't surprised when she saw him deftly climb the tree and begin to ramble in the branches. A few minutes later Eli jumped down several feet to another tree, apparently not finding what he was looking for.

Cornelia decided to settle her own affairs while giving the native a break. She unbuttoned her vest and dropped it on the ground watching the bits of dirt fall from her shirt. When the skirt and shirt were removed, Cornelia realized that her underwear was in the same miserable state as the rest of her clothing. The last thing to be removed was her boots and she was surprised that her feet were not so dirty.

Blue eyes searched for Eli's distant movement but he wasn't on the ground, surely he had climbed a tree.

Cornelia grabbed her clothes and moved in the direction of the stream, the feel of the water on her feet refreshed her immediately, several slanted stones were nearby so she moved forward carefully, she didn't want to add another pain to her list. She leaned over the stream and began to wipe the dirt from her clothes.

Eli climbed down the tree somewhat confused, he is sure there is honey nearby, the bees are circling the area, they have water nearby and flowers not far away. It is only natural that his honeycomb is in a tree.

The native walks to the next tree looking for a few seconds in Cornelia's direction, she is leaning in the water and seeing the flash of her white clothes he turns his eyes to the front. She is fine for now and to make sure that stays that way, he needs to find honey.

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Cornelia laid out her clothes in the nearby trees where the sun seemed to violently caress the leaves. She withdrew from the water and discovered Eli back in her direction.

- Here," Eli said, handing her a piece of a honeycomb whose honey dripped steadily, "Drink it.

Cornelia's eyes widened in surprise at the beautiful color of the nectar, but she obeyed and opened her mouth to receive the warm, sweet liquid with very little gentleness. She laughed with a little pain as the honey soaked into her chin and cheek.

- I'm sorry, I lost half of it along the way," Eli said, seeing her face with traces of the honey on it. He dropped the piece of honeycomb on the ground and shook his hand trying to get rid of the sticky syrup.

Eli felt Cornelia's hand on his cheek causing him to look up at her. The sky opened up before the native as she stood on tiptoe to reach up to kiss him. Eli felt the honey on her lips and cheek, but he's sure they don't compare to the sweetness in her. The native locked his arms around Cornelia's sides and pressed her against his chest. Cornelia was not surprised by the intensity of Eli's kiss, his lips imprisoned her with great care, but with an intense desire not to let her go.

Cornelia's hands on Eli's cheek, and Eli's hands on her waist seemed to serve the function of keeping them connected to each other in body, while their kissing lips seemed to connect their souls... souls that had traveled a dark path, and could at last rest on a path illuminated by each other's lives.

Cornelia parted from Eli with a small kiss and discovered him with his dark eyes fixed on her.

"Thank you" , her lips formed the word naturally as if it was the only thing she could ever say to Eli.

He still hadn't let go of her waist and when he was about to do so she sank into his chest resting her head there. Cornelia's hands closed around Eli's back and she stood there in silence, just waiting for what he had to say.

- It will be a dangerous road Cornelia. For me, there is no difference between us," Eli mentioned and listened to her take a slow breath, "For the rest of this land, however, it is not so. We will never be welcome among my people, nor among yours.

Cornelia knew that, even if not everyone thought so, fear would make them be on the wrong side.

- But if what you want is a home with me, then all the rest doesn't matter," Eli affirmed and Cornelia's heart leapt with emotion as she heard him say that.

She pulled away from Eli and repeatedly affirmed that yes, that's what she wanted, a home with him.

He nodded in response and this time he leaned down to kiss her, sealing the promise that no matter what, he is now willing to do anything for her.

>>I am not a native English speaker. This story is being translated by an app. Please excuse any translation errors.<<

[artofemmanation]

Whipplocke cuddles, with or without blanket.

(Thank you, @norrington-hell​, for the name “Whipplocke”!)

[tedexia]

OMG 😍😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tedexia]

Exclusive images of Cornelia and Eli arriving in Nebraska.

Cornelia: Those are the parcels that belong to us.

Eli: They are enough.

Cornelia: They have to be, we will have several children.

I have no proof, but I have no doubt that this is the true end of the English.

[tedexia]

Chapter 5: it's Magic.

The fourth day of travel was upon them and it was too slow, even though the children and the older woman were on the horses to save energy. At this point it was certain that the hunting party would find them in less than half a day.

Then Cornelia's plan came out of nowhere, as if she took the impulse to get rid of the hunting party to eliminate the danger.

- How much more time do we have after all," she said, looking at the two men.

- I don't care if you want to get in the path of a bullet," Cloud said, gaining Eli's death stare on him, "But it doesn't seem like a good idea.

- Then tell me how we are supposed to get there in 2 days, if they will catch up with us in just a few hours.- Cornelia shook her head looking at Eli, who was the one refusing to accept his plan.

- We just have to get them into the grove, the nearest blind spot will be enough to finish them off," Eli said knowing that was all that was needed, or at least it had to be enough.

Cornelia continued on her way with a not too hopeful face, something about being exposed and without horses was starting to worry her. Eli could read a new expression on her face, she had been wrong to force them to stay to protect the Cheyenne group, though her confidence that they could make it was still intact.

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Eli was still in total disagreement and was seriously thinking of tying Cornelia up and leaving her in a safe place. But thinking about what she was like, he knew it would not have the expected results. One of the reasons was that he would never lay a hand on Cornelia to force her to do something she didn't want to do, even now that he felt this plan was unsafe he didn't dare to take her by the hand and tell her to run away.

The native looked at the cut down trees, all of what was once a vast grove was completely exposed with tree corpses adorning the path, his attempts to hide the horses would be futile.

- I'm ready," Cornelia said, approaching Eli, "Will they be safe?

- They're ahead with the horses, they should make it safely to the next point," Eli stated and turned to look at Cornelia who had let her hair out of her braid.

The native stared in silence, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met in his life. Her skin was tanned on her cheeks and her blue eyes were as bright as the morning sun. He wasn't surprised at how beautiful she was, he was surprised in many ways, with her ability to kill and survive. At least he thought he could no longer be surprised by her until the flowing hair gave her a look of some divinity.

- You'll be all right," Cornelia asked when Eli's gaze was too lost on her face.

- Yes," Eli looked down at Cornelia's waist, where a knife gleamed, "hide it inside your clothes and if anything goes wrong....

- I won't think about it," Cornelia said.

Eli nodded and watched the Cheyenne with Cornelia's rifle pass by them.

- It's just a few yards, I'll be fine," said Cornelia, noticing Eli's reluctance to leave her side.

- I know," said the native and turned in the direction of the stacked trees, "Cornelia, don't get up.

- As we had planned," he said, he could blindly trust Eli not to fail.

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Cornelia felt some initial concern when she caught a glimpse of the five riders in the distance, but she had to get into the role as quickly as possible, for the sake of everyone there.

The woman's erratic walk alerted the men in the distance who slowed down. Close enough, Cornelia identified the Pawnee tracker with ease, the clothing was very similar to Eli's.

- Are you all right," one of the men got off his horse and slowly approached her.

- I... my husband and I were going north, and these..." Cornelia opened her mouth and closed it as her face looked disoriented, "he's dead...".

The click in the distance warned Cornelia that someone was quick to point his rifle in the direction of the riders, she knew it wasn't Eli.

- Get down!" the Pawnee's warning voice came just as one of the riders was hit by a bullet as Cornelia drew her knife and lunged at the nearest man who was surprised by her attack.

Eli took down the first rider on the left as his eyes went to Cornelia who was on the ground plunging a knife into the chest of another rider. Eli's rifle was aimed at the pawnee tracker who dropped down and took cover behind his horse. Cloud finally managed to hit a target, killing the third rider who failed to get down in time.

Blood splattered over Cornelia who took the knife from the man's body and turned to attack the next closest target. A foot made contact with her ribs causing her to scream.

- Bitch...- the rest of what the man was going to say was left unsaid, Eli blew his head off with a clean shot.

Cornelia was startled as she rolled over in pain and the sound of two shots exploded in her ears. She straightened up and saw the pawnee tracker with a rifle billowing smoke, it was only seconds but to her it felt like years. There was no return fire from the pawnee, did he kill Eli?

She stood up still furious because of the pain, because of this bad idea and because if Eli was wounded she had to kill this tracker to get to him. But the pawnee was much faster and evaded Cornelia's attack, the opening she gave him was easily exploited. The butt of the rifle hit Cornelia's right side leaving her unconscious.

The pawnee tracker looked at the unconscious woman and then turned his eyes to the fallen trees around him, it was unlikely that he would miss his aim, but he could not risk going in there without more support than his senses.

The pawnee took Cornelia without too much effort and put her on a horse while he looked at the remains of his hunting party, he would have to look for new men when he returned to Mr. White's lands.

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Eli woke up as water poured down his face, the peon sat up and looked in all directions.

- It's been at least two hours since he left," Cloud said and pointed to Eli's head, "the bullet passed too close."

Eli stood up and his eyes seemed immersed in a million questions and confused feelings.

- You shot before your time," said Eli, looking at the man a few feet to his left.

- I wanted to protect my family," said Cloud,

- by endangering my own..." Eli looked around.

- He headed east," Cloud pointed.

Eli's eyes grew angry and he looked back in the direction of the Cheyenne.

- Were you aware of this and let him take her? -Eli asked, feeling his composure slipping away.

- My marksmanship and skill are no match for him. You haven't seen him, but he doesn't care if you're man or woman, child or old, white or native, as long as he can kill you it's enough for him," Cloud stated and pointed in the direction of the horses he had taken after the tracker left, "there are guns and ammunition.

Eli turned his back on the Cheyenne and hurried in the direction of the horses.

- At the rendezvous point, two days from now," Eli ordered as he found his rifle and several guns on a horse, there was also a small container of water.

As he rode east, part of him called the Cheyenne a coward, while another part of him knew what it meant to want to go home and have to let injustice happen before his eyes.

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Cornelia still felt the pain throbbing in her face as the peon leaned in front of her and ripped the medallion off, wounding her in the neck. She hissed and bit her lips.

- So you are a group of native raiders and liberators," the pawn asked, looking at the medallion with interest.

- Why are you on the side of those who subjugate your people?" she asked, forcing herself to reason with him.

- Killing is fun, in my tribe there is a legend about the spirit of death," said the Pawnee. My job here is to make them take the shortest way to the path of the dead.

- With a violent death..." He stated and the contempt came out nonchalantly in his tone.

- He knows a little about the Pawnee, I suppose," the native asserted and dropped the locket to the ground, "perhaps he had a servant.

- My friend..." Cornelia stated annoyed at the mention that because he was a native he could only be a servant at her side, "is a Pawnee.

- Your friend was one of the ones in the trees," asked the native and she did not answer, "I'm afraid if so, he's dead.

- He is not dead," said Cornelia, "but it is certain that when he finds us, you will be dead.

The native put on an expression of disbelief and then looked at the horizon, where it was beginning to get dark.

- Then, why make him chase us," the native pulled the knife from his waist and looked at Cornelia, "let's cause him a lot of pain so that his ascent to the path of the dead will be faster.

Cornelia had seen that cursed expression in other men's eyes before, and this cynical look reminded her of David Melmont. She had to summon up a lot of courage not to cry out in helplessness and disgust.

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- I know you heard me coming," said Eli, looking at the other native with his back to him. Eli had seen the fire in the distance and told himself that only two kinds of men let themselves be exposed like that, one too foolish, or one unafraid to die. The Pawnee tended to be of the second group, too confident in their own history and pain to worry about any misfortune that might befall them.

Eli looked desperately with his eyes for traces of Cornelia, but there was only a campfire and a bag, the two horses, and nothing closer than some reeds hollowed out in some parts of the terrain. Eli's mind refused to accept that he had killed her and left her by the roadside.

- I sensed you were coming," stated the seated pawnee and slowly stood up, "I guess I was right.

- Where is she?" uttered Eli and the safety on the rifle clicked like a sure tune announcing death.

- I'm not afraid of death.

- I'm sure of it," Eli affirmed.

The native turned and Eli realized two things, he was younger than he was...and the fingernail prints on his face were fresh. Eli's jaw hardened and he looked around again.

- Where is she?

- I helped her follow the trail of the dead," said the younger man with a satisfied expression on his face. I thought it was too personal for our people for a white man to know.

Eli stroked the trigger of the rifle and, before the fire inside him consumed it, looked at the expressions on the pawn in front of him.

- What do you want," Eli asked in an effort to find traces of Cornelia.

- Until a few seconds ago, I just wanted to see you going crazy desperately searching for the woman's corpse," the younger pawnee stated, "but I guess seeing you makes me understand why I was convinced you would come. You are a skidi, an honorable narawirari.

- You are the son of a white man and a Pawnee," said Eli.

- My mother always tells stories about how they got rid of their enemies in their tribe, I love to put them into practice. My white name is Will," the youngest Pawnee identified himself. - Is she still alive?

- Not for long," Will mentioned. My mother says the English slit the throats, raped, burned, beat and tortured every native they could find.

- Not all Englishmen are the same," Eli said and saw Cornelia's knife glinting at the younger Pawnee's waist.

- I have taken on the job of the spirit of death to help everyone get to the path of the dead as quickly as possible," said Will and took the knife in his hands.

- Where is she?

- You know I won't tell, that's why you didn't shoot," said Will. You have seen it in my eyes and you try to keep calm in the hope that I will tell you, but I will not. She's going to the spirit path. Soon she will go the way of the spirits.

Eli was in the habit of not shooting unless it was too necessary, the carnage didn't appeal to him, but before the younger pawnee pounced on him, he shot him in the left leg, blowing the lower leg off.

The younger pawnee's scream carried into the night sending a chill into the very wind.

- No one fears death until they look it in the eye," said Eli, kneeling down next to Will and taking Cornelia's knife in his hands.

Will began to laugh in shock at the pain and the blood that was beginning to gush profusely from his wound.

- Where is it," Eli repeated the question and plunged the knife into Will's right leg making him scream. The blade twisted several times inside the leg and the young pawnee screamed as he jerked violently.

- I'm going up the trail right now after this...- Will stated as Eli lost control and slashed at his neck with nothing but the feeling of helplessness.

Yes, he had seen it in her eyes right away, she wouldn't tell him anything. It didn't matter if he ripped open his stomach and pulled out the organs inside him, the fucking bastard wouldn't tell him what he did to Cornelia.

Eli stood up and looked around devastated, he couldn't have lost her like that. Life couldn't have put something so precious in his path to help him heal and now snatch it out of his hands leaving him more destroyed than before.

Eli looked at the fire, the horses...the bag on the ground....

"my mother says the English slit the throats, raped, burned, beat and tortured every native they could find..."

Eli had heard the same expression told by an elder of his tribe, he repeated it all the time.

- "Beheaded, raped, burned, beaten, tortured...- Eli reviewed and remembered another way the old man said an English colonel disposed of the natives: buried alive"....

Eli's eyes widened at the revelation and he brought his gaze to the reeds sticking out of the ground.

- A reed thin enough for them to breathe for a few minutes, but the lips go dry along with the tongue, the reed sinks and suffocation is imminent....

- Cornelia!!!- Eli ran in the direction of the first two reeds, the dirt was removed on all the reeds, the younger pawnee had made sure to hinder them.

Eli began to remove the fresh dirt from the first reed and found a few inches away something blunt like a body. The pawnee frantically stirred the earth until he found a decomposing body. Eli stepped back and looked at the other three reeds. His eyes caught a slight movement, as if one of the reeds had sunk a little.

The native ran desperately in the direction of that reed and began to stir the earth as if the pieces of stone did not cut violently in his hands, it was much deeper than the first. When her hands collided with what looked like a shoulder, Eli sank down and cupped her hands pulling out as much dirt as she could until she removed the dirt surrounding the reed.

Eli was sure it was her, her face was covered with a cloth bag pierced by the reed that was most likely in her mouth. The native removed the reed once her face was out of the ground and removed the bag from her face, her lower body was still buried.

She was not awake and her lips were cut, her face had traces of dirt and tears stuck to it. Eli leaned back to feel her breathing, she was not breathing.

- Cornelia...- Eli gently released her and continued to carefully but hurriedly dig up the rest of the body.

He dragged her body out of the pit, bent her face down and began pounding her back at the level of her lungs.

- Cornelia," Eli called in desperation as he saw her eyes widen and she inhaled sharply through her nose.

Blue eyes flashed and were followed by a loud cough and the meeting of the native's arms.

- You're okay... -Eli affirmed, feeling her hands clinging tightly to his back.

She was forced to let them go as the coughing became more violent and she spat out a line of blood.

- It's your throat, I'm sorry, I hurt you when I pulled out the wand," Eli patted Cornelia's back lightly and looked around, "I'm going to get some water, breathe slowly.

Cornelia was still coughing violently and her eyes were starting to water. Her face still hurt, her eyes and throat stung from the pain, but she is alive... and the wolf came for the scorpion once again.

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Cornelia watched as Eli pushed the body into the pit and then used the shovel he found inside the younger farmhand's bag. He still could only groan from the pain in his throat, his tongue and lips cut.

The woman looked at the other reeds sticking out of the ground, this was probably some kind of serial killer like the ones in London, stories were known of unscrupulous men who freely murdered any being that crossed their path.

Eli dropped the shovel and walked over to where she sat watching him. He pointed in the direction of her lips.

- Don't try to talk, you're hurt and it'll be a few days before you can speak without pain," Eli lamented looking down at his battered face, the anger still burned in him, but he had no way to get it out, "I'm sorry....

She shook her head and reached out her hands to his, she slowly pulled him closer to her and leaned down kissing Eli's hands.

The native looked at her again speechless. He had poured all the water on her face to help her wash and the rest he had made her drink, it was fortunate that the younger native had more water on his horse.

The truth was that Cornelia's dirty face reminded him of the morning after they had kissed, she had appeared full of dirt. it made him realize how deeply hurt this beautiful, brave woman was, and how much Eli wanted to protect her from any future pain.

Tonight he had been on the verge of losing her, but her kissing his hands felt like the role of a wife welcoming him back after a long journey.

- In the morning we will find a stream and clean your clothes," Eli promised and held out his son's locket, which was in the younger Pawnee's bag.

Cornelia took her locket and threw herself without much hesitation into the pawnee's chest. Eli closed his arms around her and hugged her tightly, as if someone might snatch her away at any moment. When the initial fear passed, they both lay on the floor, asleep and sheltering each other from the cold.

The fire had not gone out inside either of them.

"it's magic"

[tedexia]

Eli : Shhhh

Cornelia : *silence*

Me:

[tedexia]

It must be remembered that Emily was chased by a wolf…. And Chaske was a wolf.

I'm just saying… There are many universes where Eli and Cornelia could be together.

I know, I'm too obsessed with them.

[tedexia]

Chapter 4: Èûpiriktâka- The evening star

Complicity became an everyday part of the journey, the process was somewhat rewarding although at times tiring and not because of the mutual companionship. They had been living for weeks on the hunt and Eli's extensive knowledge of the edible fruits along the way. But rest was scarce, at night all the weight fell on both of them and they began to trust each other too much, wasting an extra hour or two of travel in clinging to each other as if danger did not lurk.

Days before they reached Loup lands, they were surprised by a violent breeze from behind and Eli discovered that a storm was overtaking them without too much effort. In open country it was a real danger, and reaching any settlement seemed rather improbable, not to mention more risky than being struck by lightning.

The native saw Cornelia's expression between amused and surprised when the downpour broke over them, making the hot clothes start to get cold and stick to her body.

- There," Eli pointed to a rocky area where an irregular cave could be seen.

Cornelia nodded and rode briskly, a little uneasy about the sporadic lightning, she was not unaware of the danger that the sky in those conditions could mean for them.

Eli jumped down from his horse and helped the woman safely off her own transport. Eli grabbed his saddlebag and her saddlebag and hurried her in the direction of the cave.

- I'll get them to safety," Eli said, taking the reins of the two horses and walking away from her.

Cornelia hurried to the entrance of what appeared to be a shallow cave, although she wasn't too worried about the money she was carrying, she knew she needed it. She had to make discreet purchases in order to make sure she had ammunition and some provisions in case she had no luck in hunting. Just a few days ago they came across a caravan that had sold them some salt and sugar.

Eli didn't seem too trusting at first, and it was obvious why, anyone would remember seeing a woman as beautiful as her accompanied by a stoic native like him. At least that's what the Pawnee said by the campfire hours later.

"It would be easy to spot us based on the people who see us, we are quite a conspicuous pair. First they will think in all probability that I have kidnapped you. Secondly they will think I am your servant and that you are the daughter of someone important."

Cornelia made a somewhat vague grimace looking into his worried eyes.

"The worst thing would be for them to conclude that we are together by choice," Eli pointed out.

- Isn't that so," she asked uneasily.

- It is, but in this country it is frowned upon for a lady of good looks to be seen to be so familiar with a native," Eli affirmed and threw a small twig into the fire.

- I'm not interested in this country's point of view....

- Cornelia..." Eli called out to her causing her to remain silent, "this is not about simple confrontation. In every corner of this land there are people who would turn us in not for a crime, but for the simple fact that you are English and I am a Pawnee."

The memory of what they talked about dissolved in Cornelia's mind when she see a glow in the cave and before she could differentiate the danger, a hand closed over her mouth, silencing her.

Eli tightened her grip on the reins and grabbing the sodden blanket along with her weapons, she hurried toward the cave. An acrid odor wafted through the air alerting the Pawnee that he was sure he heard sounds of fighting coming from the cave.

The sound of the rifle's safety put the man holding Cornelia hostage on guard.

"Let her go," Eli warned, noting the man's reflection through the fire.

"What the hell are you doing here?" The growl and the accent made the Pawnee calm down a bit.

"We're not enemies," Eli said, noticing the bodies huddled behind the man, "let her go without hurting her, or I'll blow the head off you and your family."

Cornelia felt her breath come again as her feet carried her into Eli's arms, who held the rifle in the attacker's direction.

"You're a Pawnee" the man mentioned and the silhouette took the shape of a man shorter than him, with long hair and wounds on various parts of his body.

"You're a Cheyenne," Eli pointed out and lowered his rifle to shift his gaze to Cornelia next to him, who still looked a bit puzzled, "They're running away.

- There are four of us, the pace is very slow and we don't have shelter for another six days or so," the man pointed out, "My name is northern cloud."

- Eli Whipp -answered the Pawnee-, the storm will last at least a day, if you remain in peace we can stay here without fighting.

Cloud nodded and dropped to the ground, Eli could smell the blood in the air.

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The bonfire was livelier and Cornelia made animal figures on the wall for the two children who laughed with amusement at her audacity.

"There's a search and hunt party, led by a Pawnee," Cloud pointed out and handed the water bottle in the direction of the older woman accompanying him.

"Are they in this area?" Eli asked.

"It is certain that they will be here soon," Cloud stated.

- They don't belong to the army.

- No. Many Cheyenne were taken as servants on these lands, traded as slaves. This Pawnee, he's like his master's favorite foreman," Cloud said, almost spitting contempt at his words, "we managed to escape from one of the caravans.

"He'll find you," Eli pointed out.

"I know, after all, that's what the army used them for," said Cloud, "but we will die on earth, my mother and my children, rather than be slaves to demons."

Eli directed her gaze to Cornelia who was making a duck with the shadow of her hands. She seemed to feel his eyes searching her and turned to look at him.

She made a face that the native interpreted without surprise, this was none of their business, neither his nor hers. But she wanted them to get involved, and now there would be no point in dragging her out of the cave, forcing her onto the horse and as far away from danger as possible. Because for Cornelia this was already her responsibility, although a few hours ago she had been caught off guard.

-"Why did you tell me this in English?"Eli asked, using her hands to keep Cornelia from knowing more.

-I prefer that my family does not die, in my town it is said that the eyes are the ones that light the way. You will go exactly where your eyes tell you,"Cloud said and looked at Cornelia,"if she stays, so will you."

Eli knew the answer before the Cheyenne told him, he had spoken with the purpose of making Cornelia feel moved by the lives of the children. By captivating her, she had him on her side.

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Cornelia was snuggled against his shoulder, her tired eyes closed but not sleeping. The fire illuminated the interior of the cave and the copious rain dampened the entrance. Lightning flashed from time to time, making Eli uneasy.

"We have to go" Eli whispered to Cornelia who widened her eyes, waiting for him to suggest that option.

"They're not armed," he whispered, looking at Eli's jaw.

"We are in danger with them," said the native, "a hunting party, they are not coming to take you alive." There is no diplomacy, they just want to take their pieces to please their master.

"It's not our fight," he asked, knowing the answer.

- No, it's not.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," she whispered and brought her left hand closer to his.

- Why do I always do the opposite?

"Because there is a us" he mentioned and looked a few meters ahead, where a couple of children were sleeping next to the older woman while Cloud cleaned their wounds with the ointment that Cornelia had given him- What place is safe?

- To survive with them, none", said Eli, "Without them, the Loups.

- A place where we can let them go on their way, Eli.

"A six-day drive, it's out of the way, but there's a grove of trees and they can get to a Cheyenne camp," Eli said.

Cornelia nodded and turned her eyes to Eli, who looked at her, his warm smile and lips mouthing the word "thank you" affirmed Eli's inner belief. Cornelia could use that face as a weapon, a very deadly and dangerous one. At least for Eli it worked very well to motivate him, to make him feel strong...hopeful.

>> Remember to excuse any translation errors.<<

[tedexia]

Cornelia: "I want an explanation, Eli."

Sorry, I have fun creating Eli and Cornelia scenarios. I love them 😂

(The movie above is called The Woman Who Walks Ahead, it's beautiful too).