Cont from pt 1
He came over to me, I closed my eyes and cowered away uttering a silent prayer in my heart, but gently, very gently he removed my gag and untied my hands, gingerly I rubbed the blood back into circulation in my hands eyeing him out of the corner of my eyes as he placed the tray directly in front of me. I looked at the food and suddenly realized how hungry I was. I attacked it with gusto, for it was one of my favorite dishes; fried chicken with corn on the cob and vegetables. While thirstily drinking the water it dawned on me that the woman had left and two other men had replaced her, talking under their breath. One of the men came over to me, loosened my bounded feet and roughly half dragged, half pulled me outside where I noticed that the sun was not so high in the sky anymore, and praying that Cheyenne had gotten away and would bring help soon.
The man pushed me angrily aside and stormed back in the room where a heated argument broke out between the two. Heavy-set came out of the hut and over to me, he hurriedly pulled the ropes that still entangled my feet and said in a deep but surprisingly kind voice, “leave now, you are not the person they wanted so that makes you expendable, I am sorry that this happened to you, but go, run, go north through the woods down the trail until you come upon a red dirt track, go up that track and you’ll come across a little hut that is sheltered by trees and tell the woman there that Tiny sent you, she’ll help you further. Hit me over the head with this piece of wood and go now, go!” The last was repeated very urgently for we both heard the men approaching.
I did not hesitate a second longer but took the piece of wood he offered me, asked for his forgiveness, whacked him one over his head, heard the wood break and took off in a sprint that could have earned me an Olympic gold medal! When I reached the shelter of the first trees, I looked back and saw one of the men bending over Tiny and the other running in my direction. I made for thicker undergrowth and disappeared into the bushes, creeping along I heard voices shouting; if I were afraid before, now I was scared stiff, my limbs froze, my heart did a double somersault and had my mouth not been closed at that time, it would have crawled out and made its own escape! I trembled with fear under a brush as I heard one of my captors passed by, holding my breath for fear of discovery, thinking that should I breathe, the leaves of the brush would rustle so disclosing my hiding place.
Hearing the steps of the other man walking in my direction and stopping right in front of me, my blood turned to water when I heard him say to the other guy…”If she hasn’t already fallen into one of the swamp holes, she’ll be dead before morning with the cold, if not she’ll come to us, know what I mean?” I listened with my ear to the ground to their receding footsteps. Remaining there for another five to ten minutes before venturing to vacate my hiding place, I noticed that the sun was fast going under, thinking to myself that if I wanted to survive this ordeal I had to find my way quickly to the woman Tiny had mentioned as this neck of the woods was unfamiliar to me….
To be continued…Cheers