It happened four years ago, the next year after you were beaten. We did one profitable, but very noisy business in Fort Collins, Colorado. They grabbed some money nemeryannom, only chasing after us was, Mama Do not Cry. We ran away so hastily and desperately that we did not notice how we entered the territory of the Indians. You can imagine how we let in the pants. They got, as they say, from fire and into the fire. The lawyers, by the way, turned out to be smarter (or cowardly, sometimes difficult to distinguish one from the other) and were given a full back in advance. Well, there is nothing to do, we began to blurt in the forest, shying away from every rustle. An hour has passed, another. We already thought what had passed, when they suddenly appeared. It seems that these were Comanches, I don’t know why we decided that. Began to climb naturally from everywhere, from all the cracks, because of each tree. Who bows, who and guns. Well, we think, here we and kirdyk. Having collected the eggs in a fist, we decided to sell ourselves more expensive, and let's grab hold of the guns. How here comes out of the crowd Indian, important such that your peacock, and feathers in the head, like that in the ass. Hands up and declares, they say, we have come in peace, or something like that. On the clumsy, cutting ears, but still English. And, it means that he takes and invites us to become their guests, invites them to their settlement. We, of course, podohreneli weakly, but it was somewhat unreasonable to refuse. Well, we agreed, judging that if they wanted to kill us, we would do it right away. Probably. Weapons, however, have taken away from us.

Their camp, I must tell you, Caleb, we were really impressed. Dozens of wigwams, hundreds of people, men, women, old people, children. It was a terrible hubbub and vanity, as in the market. Bonfires were lit, as it was already getting dark, and deer, moose and other animals were roasting on them. By the way, we were really hungry for the whole day, so we accepted the invitation to dinner with delight. As far as I understood, we were imprisoned with the tops of their tribe: all sorts of leaders, commanders, shamans, well, you understand. The translator was the same English peacock. Quite a tedious thing - interlanguage communication. It was like a correspondence chess game. While eating, looking around. Locals looked at us not to say so with dislike, but without much sympathy. It is understandable, I agree? It was a strange feeling, I tell you, Caleb, to sit surrounded by our eternal enemies and eat with them with one spit. And the deer was something excellent! ... Mm ... So, what am I talking about? Oh, I remembered.

In general, we ate tasty, drank tasty, tasty, although through one place, we talked. But at the same time they understood perfectly well that we were not invited to stay for beautiful eyes and white skin. So Matthias, carefully choosing his words, asked, they say, what are obliged to such a reception? The Indian did not wag and said bluntly: “We want to trade with you. We have something to exchange. ” This I, of course, already convey in my own words. It began to become interesting: what do they have, and what do they want to get, since they have to hang out with “pale faces”. Well, we say, they say, show. English-speaking with a couple of Indians, then take the torch and begin to lead us somewhere far away, right on the edge of the camp. Why torch, we realized already in place, because there is already light fires did not get, and it was as dark as a negro in the ass. By the way, it’s very accurate to say about the ass: after looking closely, I realized that they were walking shit here. This, I think, well, what do they want to offer us for the goods, since they bring in their shit? And the English-speaking ...In short, I will call him "Peacock". So, the Peacock says “came” and points to the ground a few meters away from us. We approached, highlighted torches. We see a tree, a rope is tied to the tree, its second end goes under a pile of connected logs lying right there. Pokumekav little, it dawned on us that this is a hatch, albeit somewhat antediluvian. To move him, Caleb, it took three people. And then we shone down. And ohreneli.

Under the hatch there was a pit about one and a half per meter and meter in depth. Smooth, but not upholstered and not reinforced, with puddles at the bottom. In one corner there were some scraps, like stale bread and gnawed bones, in the other ... ahem ... waste products. And in the third corner was a man. Yes, Caleb, I see you already understood everything. About this man was difficult to say something. He sat, pulling his legs to his chest, like this, clasping his knees and hiding his face in them. Sat without moving. May have slept. And take the peacock and pull the rope that came down into the pit. And, I forgot to say: its second end was tightened around the neck of this man, and tightened pretty tight. So, from this breakthrough, a man almost stretched out on the ground. This is where we looked at it. It turned out to be a woman ... Oh, what am I walking around? It was Beatrice! Yes, Caleb, Beatrice was in a Indian camp, in a musty pit, on a leash, literally sitting in her own shit. Do not look at me as a wolf, I myself was outraged. She was a pitiful sight. Barefoot, dressed in some kind of canvas bag with holes for the head and hands. His hair was matted and dirty, boyishly short, as it seemed to me, they were cut off from the bald by a dull knife. Eyes hollow, with dark circles around. The sole is black, under the nails on the hands and feet dirt. The very skinny, bony, with healing scars in some places. And the look is empty, some kind of glass. Without exaggeration, I declare: my heart was strangled with pity.

Matthias quite reasonably asked to explain that, their mother for the leg, all this means. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was a slave before us. And slavery, as we all remember, has long been abolished. The peacock began to drive us into some kind of okolomisticheskie murk, constantly applying terms from his own language. To save you and yourself time, I will try to squeeze his explanations. In short, they caught Beatrice long ago, did not specify when. While coping with her, she managed to finish off the six. With bare hands. It seems like she was almost insane. The Indians realized that there is great potential in it, which they can unleash, so they did not work it on the spot. According to Peacock, she was strong, dexterous, flexible, masterfully controlled with any weapon, be it cold or fired. "But how did they control her?" You ask. Pretty nasty, I will answer. With the help of drugs. They smoked her with some kind of intoxicating herbs, from which her brains became soft and pliable, like pottery clay. And they molded from this clay what they wanted. As a result, she became completely obedient, tame, otherwise you could not tell. Now you understand why she never drinks alcohol, why then refused to anesthesia? She is afraid of any substances that cause clouding of consciousness. She had enough intoxication for the rest of her life.

While Peacock was telling all this, she was kneeling in a pit, staring at the ground beneath her. It was like a pillar, as an interior item, without reacting to words concerning itself. It's probably hard for you to imagine such Beatrice? No matter how sad it was. But you listen to what happened next. Peacock says that now they will hold a small demonstration for us. Untied the rope from the tree and for it pulled Beatrice out of the pit. Judging by how unsteady she stood, she spent a lot of time downstairs. Then we all went to another part of the camp. And if the Indians treated us, the guests, as I have already said, were neutral, then they simply mixed Beatrice with mud. They hayali it, on what the world stands, they spat at it, they rushed to any rubbish, someone even kicked. They really despised and hated her. Later we found out why.

So, we came to another pit, only round and not so deep, about ten meters in diameter. As it turned out, it was something like an arena. The peacock untied the rope (under it, the skin was almost wiped out in blood), pushed Beatrice down and threw a small flint knit at her. Now, he says, we will bring captured Sioux. If they overcome it, they will be free. We were, to put it mildly, shocked. This woman is exhausted, wounded, barely standing on his feet, digging his fingers into this ridiculous knife. For what ...