Saved Girl sent me Chapter Six of "Andi Lost." Here it is. If you haven't read Chapters 1-5 yet, click here: CHAPTER ONE. When the entire story is completed I'll post it in its entirety without all this commentary at the top.

Andi Lost!

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Andi stared at the Indians. They looked just like small male Indian warriors with long robes, and firm stances. They had white men's hats pulled down low over their faces.

 
Andi wondered fearfully who the hats had once belonged to.

 
All at once a thousand thoughts flashed through Andi's brain.

 
She pictured her brother a few days before, recounting to her the latest hair-raising tale that he had read. It had been full of savage, brutal Indians who ran around massacring innocent people and scalping them.

 
She glanced over at Cory. He was slumped over on his horse, unconscious. She swallowed hard.

 
As one of the figures stepped closer, Andi shrank back. To her surprise the Indian knelt down beside her and said haltingly, "You just little girl?"

 
The Indian motioned to the other figure and they both removed their hats. Andi gasped in surprise as she realized that one was a woman and the other a girl about Melinda's age.

 
"Where you from?" the Indian girl asked. Her English was slightly better than the woman's.

 
"We live in Fresno. My friend over there is bad sick."

 
The woman quickly crossed over to Cory and laid her hand on his head. She quickly drew it back and started speaking in a strange language to the girl. The girl ran out of sight while the woman untied the rope that held Cory to the saddle.

 
"Here," she said. "Help me with boy."

 
Andi scrambled off the ground and helped carry Cory to a hut. The girl was inside stirring something in a big pot. She was now dressed like a typical Indian girl, with a deerskin skirt and a fur robe around her shoulders.

 
She smiled shyly at Andi and helped ease Cory onto a bearskin that was on the ground.

 
She dipped a clay bowl into the pot and handed it to Andi. Andi took a tentative sip and was surprised to discover that it was pretty good. She ate ravenously. When she was done sat watching the two women tending to Cory.

 
"Is he going to die?" Andi asked.

 
The girl turned. "I not think so. Oh, my name is Aiyana, and my mother's name is Talise. What your name?"

 
"Andi. My friend's name is Cory."

 
As Aiyana turned back to her mother, Andi started to feel the effects of the last few days. The room started to whirl and the bowl slipped from her hand. She wildly tried to grasp something but fell heavily to the floor.

 
Her last thought before she lost consciousness was, I wonder what an Indian woman and her daughter are doing living alone and speaking pretty good English.

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