Happy and neat, all rolled into one, the only character so far that belongs
to me is Sarah, the rest are someone else's. Women love women here, and there's
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Tense of Love
Without thinking, Sarah
was up and on her feet, charging the steed that raced toward them. In
three long strides and with a courage she didn't know she had, Sarah leapt
at the side of the horse, grabbing hold of the woolen tunic the ruffian wore
and latching on with all her strength. Gravity and surprise took over
causing the man to lose his balance, and with a yelp he tumbled to the ground,
landing on top of Sarah.
An angry growl erupted
from his chest and he doubled his fist, slamming it hard against the side
of her head. Blackness threatened to overwhelm her, but some basic instinct
took over and she punched him in the throat. With a strangled choke
he rolled off of her, both hands clutching at his windpipe.
Scrabbling to her knees,
Sarah laced her fingers together and brought her fists down on his stomach.
After getting to her feet she kicked him in the ribs as an afterthought and
turned to look for the girl she'd been spying upon.
woman lay in a heap several feet away. Sarah rushed to her side, smoothing
blood-tinged strawberry hair out of her face. She was breathing but
certainly unconscious. Judging by the strangely shaped bruise already
forming on her right shoulder, Sarah assumed, the horse must have trampled
her in its fright at the rider being pulled from its back. She glanced
at the man she'd just finished attacking, comforted that he still wasn't moving.
"Just what the
hell is going on here?" she wondered silently, glancing at the battle
that was taking place a short distance from her. Who were these beastly
looking men and why were they charging about on their horses attacking people
with their swords? Swords, of all things! And who were these women,
and how the hell did the dark headed one just do a back flip over the heads
of the two men who'd tried to sneak up on her as she was fighting another?
Seeing how uneven the
odds were, Sarah went back to the man on the ground and searched him for a
weapon. Finding a very sharp looking sword, she went to his horse, which
had stopped a short distance away. Mounting it, she said a silent prayer
to her grandfather for teaching her how to ride as a child, and spurred the
horse on toward the melee in front of her. She had no idea how to wield
a sword but she'd be damned if those men were going to pick on a single woman
who, by the way, appeared to be holding her own quite well.
Riding into the
battle, Sarah was more than a little dismayed as three of the men noticed
her and started in her direction, calling to each other in a language she'd
never heard before. As they bore down on her, she didn't need to know
their language to understand what they meant to do to her.
Doubt overtook her
as she stole a look at the weapon she held in her hand. What on earth
had she been thinking to ride out into the middle of this mess and try to
be some kind of hero? She didn't know how to use this thing and she'd
be damned if she was going to lose an arm trying to figure it out.
Another glance at the
men in front of her told her that her fear was evident to them. Deciding
to use the element of surprise, she let out a yell and hurled the sword at
the nearest man and kicked her horse into action, charging the man as he knocked
the sword out of the air.
Taking her right foot
out of the stirrup she let loose with a kick that sent the man to the ground
with a loud crack, his neck breaking from the impact. She reined the
horse around and cringed, reality setting in that she had just killed a man.
Seeing her pause, the
other two came at her from opposite sides. Knowing she only had enough
time to get one of them, Sarah lunged from the top of her horse at the man
on her left and felt a sudden gush of blood as his blade sliced into her right
arm as they toppled to the ground. She used her left arm to pummel him
with blows to the neck and head.
He released his sword
to try and defend himself. Seeing this, Sarah reached for it with her
injured arm and felt her body being lifted into the air. She landed
with a thud that knocked the wind out of her, leaving her to only look on
in horror as the other assailant raised his sword to finish her off.
As if someone had pushed
a pause button he stood still, arm raised, as a stain spread quickly across
his chest. Falling forward, he revealed who had pushed the pause button-
it was the dark headed woman.
"You better learn
to watch your back," she stated matter-of-factly.
at the audacity of this woman after she'd tried to help her, Sarah kept her
mouth closed. She was distracted however, by a man rising slowly to
his feet behind the towering woman, a dagger ready to make its way into her
Sarah blurted out, and was amazed at the speed with which the woman spun around
and in a single fluid motion, disemboweled him. She returned her steely
gaze to Sarah, who was wide-eyed with horror.
"You- you killed
him!" Sarah finally managed to say, then covered her mouth as bile rose
up in the back of her throat.
"What do you think
he was going to do to me?" the deep voice asked her in amusement.
Sarah turned her head,
surveying the scene around her. The once tranquil desert was now littered
with the bodies of the dead. Riderless horses wandered about, foraging
for a bite to eat, oblivious to what the scene around them meant.
To Sarah it meant that
the impossibly tall warrior woman who stood regarding her warily was no one
to mess with. She'd seen the ease with which she killed and how unaffected
she seemed by it. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on
end, and reminded her of the feeling she'd had earlier that something was
going to happen.
"something did happen,"
she reminded herself. Something horrible and somehow she knew her whole
life would be changed because of it.
The electricity she'd
felt earlier returned, and Sarah thought the horizon seemed to blur and waver.
The sky seemed to melt into the earth and a sudden gust of wind blew particles
of dirt into her eyes. The force of the wind increased until it was
a deafening roar and she thought she heard a clap of thunder.
She covered her head
with her arms and trembled. She knew storms could come on suddenly in
the desert, had even seen it happen, but nothing like this. This felt
like the end of the world, like the very fabric of existence was tearing apart.
She fell over and it felt as though it took her an eternity to hit the ground.
Then, as suddenly as
it had come, the wind was gone. In the ensuing silence Sarah thought
that she had gone deaf. Raising her head from the ground, she looked
cautiously about. The bodies of the men were still covering the ground.
The horses were still wandering around. The earth and sky were in place.
She still felt the emptiness in her heart that Melissa had once filled.
Tears came to her eyes at that and she took a deep breath to try and calm
"Get a grip!"
she chastised herself. "This isn't the time."
Releasing the breath
she looked up at the leather clad warrior, whose blank expression made her
think maybe she'd lost her mind.
"Didn't you feel
that?" Sarah asked timidly.
"What was it?"
she barked, grabbing Sarah and dragging her roughly to her feet.
"I- I don't know!"
she stammered. "You were here too, you saw what happened didn't
"Where did you
come from?" the warrior demanded.
"Where did you
Sarah's head jerked
back as the woman grabbed her by her shirt and lifted her off of her feet
so that she was an uncomfortable mere inches from her face.
"I asked you a
question," she growled.
Sarah swallowed hard,
thinking of all the dead men, then answered.
"I was already
here. I saw you and your friend coming and hid, then I saw the others-"
"Did you see where
my friend went?" she interrupted.
"She was over there."
Sarah raised her hurt arm and pointed to where she'd been hidden. "One
of your "friends" came along and she got knocked out-"
"What do you mean
"knocked out"?" The warriors narrowed blue eyes had suddenly
seemed to lose all their color, frightening Sarah even more.
"Sh- she was in th- the
"STOP SPLUTTERING AND
SPIT IT OUT!"
The angered woman shook
Sarah's body with each syllable until she thought her brains must have been
knocked loose. The sudden headache it caused sent her into a fury and
she screamed back, "If you'd put me down and stop interrupting me I"d
be able to tell you what you want to know! And stop shaking me!
It makes it hard to think!"
The warrior's mouth
dropped open and her eyes widened in shock. Sarah assumed by the look
that people didn't talk to her that way and live to tell about it. Figuring
her body would be joining the others in a lifeless heap on the ground, she
closed her eyes and thought of Melissa.
She opened her eyes
in surprise as she felt herself being gently placed back on the ground.
The warrior's face had regained its steely composure and amusement curved
the corners of her mouth.
"Look, I'll just
show you where she is and be on my way. I don't know who you people
are but from what I've seen I don't want to know more. You don't play
off in the direction she'd last seen the blonde and wasn't surprised that
in a few strides the woman had caught up with her. She cast a sidelong
glance at her and noted that for the first time her face wasn't so menacingly
chiseled. In fact she looked almost distraught.
Catching Sarah looking
at her, the warrior's face went back to what Sarah could only describe as
Don't bite my head off! She's your friend, it's ok to be worried."
A grunt was her answer.
"And such a conversationalist
They continued on in
silence, Sarah's mind torturing her. She missed her friend. She
missed the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited about something.
She missed how all she had to do was smile and all the worries in the world
couldn"t keep Sarah's heart from soaring.
She sighed, unaware
of the warrior who was now watching her. She'd have gladly given her
life for that of the one she lost. Her soul mate was gone and now there
just wasn't any point to life.
"You look like
you just lost your best friend," came a gentle voice beside her.
A tear burned its way
down her cheek and she walked as fast as she could. She didn't want
to share her pain with anyone. She didn't want to let go of any of it,
fearing it might cause her feelings for Melissa to fade.
She was so enrapt in
her emotions as she led the warrior through the sagebrush that she didn't
see the blonde coming and almost knocked her down as they collided.
The young woman grabbed
Sarah's arm to steady herself and quickly let go at the yelp that escaped
she said gently, her eyes following the tickle of blood that made its way
out from under her sleeve.
The blonde's slight
form was swallowed in a bear hug from the warrior. Sarah looked on,
sure now that what she'd seen on the warrior's face was just this side of
She smiled softly at
the sight, then turned and made her way back out of the sage to the open desert.
She'd take one of the horses and go back to her car, then leave this nightmare
behind. There was nothing she'd like better than to go have a beer.
And Tequila. That was definitely in order after what she'd seen here.
Sarah rode east, sure
that eventually she'd run into a crossroad or some other identifying marker
so she could get her bearings back. If the truth were to be known, she
didn't care where she went as long as that cranky warrior woman wasn't there.
And those dead men. One of them dead by her own hand ... Or foot.
Either way she'd still killed him.
Sarah leaned to the
side of the horse as she felt her stomach clench. The force of her retching
caused her to lose her balance and she fell off the horse head first, knocking