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Sioux Trails

Updated on July 8, 2014

From The Wagon Train Diaries


Ben Monroe was trying to have his way with Kurt Wray’s thirteen year

old daughter until he was caught. He was chased into wire like brush which was so thick that there was simply no getting through it in his condition. He was half naked and the branches were almost ripping his flesh to shreds. His heart was pounding with slow heavy beats. It was his decision to make; he could either bleed to death or get killed by father. Luck had found his way to him. The wagon master Alastar Brown helped guide him through the brush and then arrested him for assault.

The law was still largely a wagon train matter. The army maintained forts not too far from the wagon train trails, but the soldiers there were busy keeping an eye on the Indians who were becoming increasingly restless.

The wagon train scout White Deer told Alastar that the Sioux were gathering in the canyon at the wagon train’s next bend. He wasn’t sure that there was going to be a raid, but he had to warn his employer of pending danger.

Alastar saw his white horse switch his tail at a fly as he stepped down onto the ground while White Deer jumped off his black horse to face him.

The wagon train passengers caught the news and it spread like wild fire. They had their own opinions and they wanted the wagon master to hear them out.

Corey Hill got close to the wagon master’s face and expressed his discontent. He wanted the wagon master to take a bunch of men out to the canyon and catch the Indians by surprise.

“Corey, they may not even attack,” replied the wagon master.

“They’re a savage, that’s all they know,” Corey shouted back without taking White Deer’s feelings into consideration.

“I don’t think we should just kill people without knowing what they have in mind.”

“So you want to wait until our women get raped, and our children killed?”

“They don’t rape women and kill children,” White Deer added.

“Indians are savages; they’re nothing like real folks!”

The effect of that simple statement stunned White Deer. He slowly looked toward the wagon prison and saw Ben Moore with his head down in shame. “Yeah, Indians are savages.”

“I say we just wait and see,” added the wagon master.

Corey Hill began ranting hysterically at Alastar causing an up rise in the other passengers. They wanted to attack the Indians and be done with it.

“How do you know they’re going to attack us?” Alastar added. “Their fight is with the army, not us.”

“Because we’re white skinned!” Shouted Ann Reynolds from the back of the crowd. “Those beasts don’t know what good Christian folks are. They just see us as threats, when in reality, they’re the beasts. They are all devils!”

“Think of the children,” said Alma Sims, the school teacher. “We can get them while they sleep. Kill those sick bastards!”

Alastar released his breath in a stark hiss and shot her a look of outright exasperation. To his right, White Deer’s face looked tight. His mouth a shocked and rounded circle with no words coming out.

Cindy Adams dealt the wagon master a startled, questioning look. “We have a baby. I can’t believe you would risk his life. Alastar, we’re people, they’re animals.”

Alastar was standing by his horse, ferocious tension screaming from his stillness. His heart sank at the actions of his passengers. They were filled with dangerous emotions, and the hatred for another race was crystal clear.

“Let me tell you good Christian people something,” he started. “We are going back to our wagons and we’re going to forget about those Indians. If I catch anyone trying to leave the train, I will have you tied and horse whipped!”

He was dead serious so the crowd grumbled as they walked away leaving only the scout and the wagon master standing in the clearing.

“What are we going to do?” White Deer asked.

“Go back and watch their movements,” he replied. “Let me know everything that happens.”

White deer nodded and jumped back on his horse. He jerked the black stallion’s head around, his face pale with fear.

The next morning the sunlight filtered through the wagon trains. There was no breeze as the air was almost still. White Deer rode into the train and the wagon train master’s face turned sullen.

“White Deer?”

“The army slaughter the Sioux,” he said with a flat voice. “They came in while they were sleeping and they murdered every man, woman and child.”

Alastar threw a saddle on his horse and mounted. Glancing at White Deer he swore viciously.

“Alastar, there is no need to go there.”

“I know, but they’re going to hear my voice.”

White Deer thought about what the passengers said as his eyes swept the wagon trains.

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© 2014 Frank Atanacio

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      The Examiner-1 2 years ago

      That seemed so real Frank. It was awesome. Perhaps It is me, but I became lost at/near the end. The passengers of the wagon train were murdered by the army? I gave it a thumbs up and shared it.

      Kevin

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      Becky Katz 2 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      Good story Frank. If I didn't know better, I would swear you're telling this from a 'been there' pov.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      Examiner..LOL the Indians were murdered by the army...The army slaughter the Sioux,” he said with a flat voice. “They came in while they were sleeping and they murdered every man, woman and child.”

      Thank you Becky for reading my story as well bless you both :)

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      The Examiner-1 2 years ago

      Aah, so there were two slaughters. That is what I had missed.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      two? hmmm lol

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      A good writer leaves his readers wanting more. You are a good writer, Frank.

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Good story Frank. I want to read more, hear what Alastar says to the army regarding the slaughter of the Indians. I think you lost Kevin somewhere..lol.

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Me, too ! Will there be a follow up on this, Frank? Very good story. Up and Awesome and shared.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Billy, Jodah, and Dear Phyllis.. there is no follow up that's all she wrote LOL

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      awwwwwwwww ! Well, that's ok. I can imagine what Alastar told the Army Colonel. I can also imagine you will come up with another great story soon. Yup !!!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      Phyllis.. Bless you :)

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      And you, my friend.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you :)

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happeeeee, when skies are gray ...... Just suddenly felt like singing that old song, like my Dad used to sing to me.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      lol... im sure its tuned just right

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      LOL ... Goodnight, Frank.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      goodnight :)

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      The conversations make this piece for me. All that exchange filled with emotions the reader can follow. Great job.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you MSdora

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      Lisa Williams 2 years ago

      I love it when you use these characters! They are my favorite!! I hope I am not wrong; you have used these same characters before, right? Anyways, This was awesome, and well written; as always! :)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      you're not wrong and thank you lisa :)

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Great story Frank. The white men were the savage beasts. My kind of teacher, Alma Sims, " Sick bastards " Hee..Loved it. Sharing on twitter.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      always good to see you exploring bless you

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      Alexander Thandi Ubani 2 years ago from Lagos

      Always intriguing write...

      You have mastered the 'art' of storytelling in a most perfect way.

      Ride on!!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you uban :)

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      Joanna Chandler 2 years ago from On planet Earth

      WAW they murdered every man, woman and child O O . Sad isn't it!

      Keep up the good work Frankie keep on keeping on :) :) :)

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks Lady :O

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      Nell Rose 2 years ago from England

      How did I miss your story? I loved it, and will be back for more, have a wonderful evening, nell

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      FlourishAnyway 2 years ago from USA

      You leave us all questioning who are the savages within us., who the real enemy is. History sadly repeats itself.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      Nell Rose thank you for reading and Flourish a pleasure to see you again bless you both

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Frank,

      I always love your Wagon Train Diaries series. When reading, I am taken right there to that time ... tough time to be a woman, well, for all!

      Up and more and away

      God bless

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      Faith I hope all is well with you and yours bless you

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      Jo Alexis-Hagues 2 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

      Frank, another thrilling installment, I have to agree with all the other comments, you leave us wanting more. This one almost passed me by, but I'm glad I found it.

      Awesome!!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you tobusiness for reading my diaries :)

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      Genna East 2 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

      What terrible sins were committed against Native Americans in the name of the "Manifest Destiny." This was a shameful chapter in this country's history...you brought it back with your superb writing and colorful characters.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you Genna East for recognizing it :)

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      Peggy Woods 2 years ago from Houston, Texas

      So sad when ignorance breeds hatred. Will we ever learn from history? You wrote this in such a manner that it seemed very real. Things like this did happen of course from both sides, sadly.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      you are so right peggy w

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      Audrey Howitt 2 years ago from California

      Have I read these?? I have to go back and check! I have to echo Genna--beautiful writing Frank!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thanks Audrey :)

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      Courtard 2 years ago

      So we talk about savages.. and we dont look in the mirror, damn poor Indians got slaughtered in their sleep.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      hey thanks Steve for stopping by and reading ..:) bless you bro

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      Peggy Woods 2 years ago from Houston, Texas

      This was such a sad part of our history and there was much carnage just because of mistrust and/or hatred of people that had a different skin color or looked a bit different. It is still happening today in other ways and in other places. Why is peace and understanding so elusive? Sharing this hub of yours this time.

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      thank you peggy for bringing these back I had almost forgot about it bless you

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