Her arms fell apart, and strength permeated every vein of her being.
"We shall attack in a few moments," said the voice, "but at the first shots the Senecas will try to tomahawk you and your children.

Hold out your hands." She held out both hands obediently.

The handle of a tomahawk was pressed into one, and the muzzle of a double-barreled pistol into the other.
Strength flowed down each hand into her body.
"If the time comes, use them; you are strong, and you know how," said the voice.

Then she saw the dark figure creeping away..