It was like a nightmare, Only all too real. And no matter how Susana tried to cover her eyes or clasp her ears, she heard it all to clear. Felt the galloping of horses outside her log cabin. The hollowing and battle cries of those people that inhabited this new western frontier.
“Indians! Filthy savages!” She could hear her fathers voice echo in her mind. Recalling how he’d curse them every night. Always clutching a gun to fend off his animals. Always muttering about how he’d wipe them off the face of the earth.
Susanna wished it was true, but now this night proved otherwise.
Her father had not come home that day after Persuing the natives with other men in her small town.
None came back. And now she could only cower and weep under her bed as every home was sacked, and raided.
She listened as cries of neighbors were ring out. She dared not peek out her window.
*bang-bang-bang*
She heard what was unmistakably the sound of her front door being broken down. Tears flowed down her pale cheeks and she bit her sleeve to muffle her cries.