[When Wilderness Was King by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookWhen Wilderness Was King CHAPTER XX 8/14
Anger, disappointment, disgust at her duplicity, her cruel abuse of power, swept over and mastered me at the moment when I realized more deeply than ever my own love for her, and my utter helplessness to oppose her slightest whim.
No Indian thongs could bind me half so tightly as the false smiles of Toinette. Plunged into this whirlpool of thought, I moved steadily forward at Captain Heald's shoulder, unconscious of what might be taking place about us, and for the moment indifferent to the result of our venture. But this feeling was not for long.
Scarcely had our progress taken us across the front of the deserted agency building, and beyond the ken of the sentinels in the Fort, when a single warrior rose before us as from the ground, and blocked the path.
He was a short, sturdy savage, bare to the waist save for a chain of teeth which dangled with sinister gleam about his brawny throat, and, from the wide sweep of his shoulders, evidently possessed of prodigious strength.
He held a gun extended in front of him, and made a gesture of warning impossible to misapprehend. "What seeks the White Chief ?" he questioned bluntly.
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