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Author: Scarlett
Title: The Home Lands -
Conclusion
Hannah shook with a mixture of rage and fear,
though she knew without a doubt that Lucian would be coming, she feared
it would not be before Thomas had his way with her. She shuddered; she
would never be able to face her love if that happened. Thomas stopped
his men at the bottom of several bluffs, instructing them to set up camp
as usual.
“Sir, do ya think that wise, he will be after us, probably is on his way
now.”
Questioning his leader earned him a fist to the side of his head.
“Tis the vera thing I be wantin boy, ta show him just where we are. I'll
finish him tonight so I'll nay be looking ore my shoulder the rest of me
days.”
Hannah stared at him with pure hatred; she would kill him if given the
chance. He turned and smiled at her making an obscene gesture at her
before roughly pulling her off the horse she lay over. Landing a hard
swat on her bottom as he pulled her to his tent by the hair. Hannah
struggled against him but gained nothing aside from a sore head. He
tossed her unceremoniously on her bottom and placed a guard outside the
tent opening.
“Stay there boy an dare nay let her out or it’ll be your neck I wring.”
“Yes Sir”
Thomas dropped the covering down with a sickening chuckle and went off
to prepare for Lucian; he would have plenty of time with her after his
plans were laid in place.
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Lucian eased the pace of his men a bit and took at the terrain about
them; they would soon be at the foot of some very steep bluffs, a
perfect place to go if you have someone following you. He raised his
hand to halt the men and dismounted his horse. Thinking it through he
motioned two of them to follow him and began to climb the side of the
bluffs to attack from above. The others were to wait and begin the
attack when Lucian was in range of Thomas’s camp.
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Thomas finally made his way back to his tent and motioned the young man
at the door away.
“I'll have no more need fer ye now lad.”
He grinned sickly at the man and went into the tent to find Hannah
working at the ropes on her hands franticly. He stood over her and
pulled her up into his arms pinching her bottom as he brought his face
to hers. Thomas grabbed her hair, removed the gag and turned her face to
his kissing her. Hannah bit his lip earning her a bone-jarring slap
across her face.
”Ay I like ya lass, twill be a pleasure ta break that stubborn streak in
ya an have ya begging fer me kisses and more.”
Hannah spat at him.
“I'll not beg you for anything Thomas, but I'll be watching when you beg
Lucian for your miserable life, you son of a whore.”
Thomas stared at her through half closed eyes. He dragged her to his
pile of skins that served as a bed, throwing her down on it he tore her
dress open staring down at her creamy white chest.
“You bastard, he will kill you for this and I hope it is slow and
merciless.”
Thomas slapped her again and began to throw her over on her stomach, so
angry at her stubbornness that he did not hear Lucian sneak in quietly
behind him. Only when he heard the cries of his dieing men did he turn
to find a blade against his throat.
“It ends here this night Thomas, I gave you your life once, I will not
be so kind again.”
Thomas held out his hands to Lucian.
“I nay want ta fight ya man, just be wanted tha girl, she was ta be mine
afore ya come along an took her from me. Come on Lucian, can we no make
a deal fer her.”
Hannah rolled over to look at Lucian and when he saw her beautiful face
marked by bruises and her dress opened; he nicked the side of Thomas’s
neck.
“Pick up your sword and fight me as a man or I will cut your throat
where you stand.”
Holding his sword toward Thomas, Lucian backed away and put himself
between Hannah and the loathsome man forcing him out of the tent where
she would come to no harm. Thomas charged Lucian with his broadsword
only to miss him and feel the flat side of Lucian’s sword smack his
large rear end. Thomas roared in anger and again charged. Metal struck
metal as the two men fought, Thomas pulled out a small dagger and
slashed Lucian’s side as Lucian knocked him to the ground. Thomas
grabbed him and took him down as well.
As the Lucian and Thomas struggled on the ground, Dr. Mc’Doogle slipped
into the tent to free Hannah and get her safely on her way home as
Lucian had instructed him to do. He rushed to her side when he saw her
face, untying the ropes that bound her he asked.
“Are you alright lass? He did not…harm…take advantage of you did he
Hannah?”
Hannah shook her head, tears on her face as the events of the night
finally took hold of her. She pulled her dress together the best she
could, blushing. The Dr. handed her his waistcoat and turned away so she
could right herself.
“Thank you Liam, no, he did not dishonor me, though he would if given
the chance. Where is Lucian? Is he alright?”
Hannah looked out of the tent just as Lucian swung a blow that ended the
fight and the reign of terror throughout much of the country. He walked
to her and she threw her arms around his neck, kissing him warmly. She
noticed the blood on his side and a few cuts along his arms and sobbed
into his shoulder. Holding her tightly to him, he said.
“I love you Hannah, more then my life I do.”
Hannah blinked away her tears and smiled at him, pulling him toward his
waiting mount.
“You are my life Lucian and I love every moment of it with you, come,
lets go home.”
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