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She stepped away from her home, her family, her life, and her broken dreams. She was known as Alisha. She had been called that, but she hated that name. She decided to call herself Okowana, and indian name instead.
She set a pace that made her travel quickly over the golden plane. Her mind wandered back to the note she had left to her parents. How Papa would cry, she thought. She had added lots of unnecessary parts in the note.
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She walked for days, not knowing were she was going. She followed the sun as it set into the evening sky.
One night she was resting when she heard a loud cry come from the small wood behind her. Suddenly the trees caught fire. Indians started to swarm out towards her. Okowana quickly picked up her belongings and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, away from the burning trees. Suddenly someone tackled her and held a knife to her throat. She stared up into the eyes of an indian boy. He must have been almost 18, she thought.
With the little language she knew in indian she spoke quietly. She said, please don't hurt me, i am friend. The indian did not let up his grasp on the knife. He pulled out a piece of rope and bound her hands behind her back. A burlap sack was pulled over her head. The boy steered her to someplace unknown to her. When the bag was removed she saw that she was in a small clearing. Her hands were bound to a short stump in the ground.
She struggled to get free but to no prevail. She glanced up as a pair of feet came into her vision. The dawn was cracking on the horizon. She could see most of the indians face. He had long black hair tied into a tight ponytail. He was shirtless and only wore a loincloth and a pair of boots. There were tattoos criss-crossing his chest.
He seemed to examine her. He nodded gruffly and two other indians untied her and carried her over to a lone tent on the outskirts of the clearing...

To be continued