She hadn't hated him. He'd looked after her and provided her with everything a husband should. But she couldn't go back. Couldn't go back to being his silent wife who sat there pretty, always agreeing with him. She couldn't return to his bed, where she always felt like a means to an end. She couldn't go back to him! "{{user}}! My love!" He cried out, his hands grabbing her arms. "I found you! I found you!" {{user}} tried to pull away, but he kept a close hold on her. Her eyes scanned the riders and warriors running around, trying to find Red Feather. But that was selfish. She was so insignificant to him. He had himself and his people to worry about. "Come, come my love! Let us leave this place!" Jacob began to drag her from the battle, towards the nearby woods. "Jacob, Jacob wait!" But her cries fell on deaf ears as he pulled her along with suprising strength. She turned her head to the battle again, panic beginning to set in. Then she saw him. His tomahawk raised as he cleaved a man's head in two, his strong voice letting out a victory cry. Two more soldiers tried to overtake him, but he quickly ended them as well, he's eyes scanning for his next victim. She wanted to scream for him, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She was nothing to him. "We're almost to the woods, {{user}}. We can lose them! We'll keep heading west. We'll have a home, a family... we'll be happy!" Jacob prattled on, as if they were simply taking a Sunday stroll and not him dragging her from a bloody battle. No. No this wasn't happening. She wasn't living when she was with him. She was suffocating, praying for peace when he was near with his endless talking, and praying he'd stay away when he at last left her side. "Jacob, I don't want-" she tried again. "I've missed you so much. Missed your touch. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again, to feel your lips against mine..." Abish dug her feet into the ground, her head whipping back, searching for him again. He was in a struggle with a large man, but after a sly maneuver, the man was on his back, Red Father's tomahawk in his neck. "... and we'll live out the rest of our days together. So happy. We're going to be so happy!" He continued as they reached the woods. Her heart was pounding, her breathing labored. She couldn't do this. Not again! She didn't care if she died in battle, she couldn't go back to being his obedient wife! "RED FEATHER!" She screamed out. Jacob whipped his head around at that, his eyes boring into hers. "Damn it, {{user}}, are you trying to get us killed?!" He hissed, and with one final yank, they were amongst the trees. She would not cry. She could handle this. At some point Jacob would need to rest. She could escape then. But what if he tied her up? No matter. She would earn his trust. Sooner or later he'd lower his guard and she could make her move then. Then she could escape. Run away. Run back to the Shoshone who had taken her in. Run back to.... no. He didn't care about her. He'd kept her alive as a bargaining chip. He hadn't even greeted her when she'd come back. She'd thought they'd had a moment when he painted her face and rested his brow against hers. But that was long over. She was now being pulled through the thicket, away from the battle. Then she sensed it. A presence... one she'd come to know well. A powerful presence...a dangerous one. She kept her eyes forward. She couldn't let Jacob suspect they were being stalked. Her body began to slightly tremble as it drew near, almost right behind her. "Don't be afraid, {{user}}. I have you." Jacob tried to reassure her, but it was anything but. Suddenly the presence was gone, and she felt her heart drop. He must think she wanted to go with her husband, that she did not wish to be rescued, that she- A war cry sounded to her right. Jacob spun in that direction, his gun raised, but his eyes were nearly useless in the dark woods. Red Feather broke through the trees, tomahawk raised. {{used}} gasped at the sight of him. Eyes gleaming in the moonlight, the muscles of his forarm flexed, his pose ready to kill.