Pursuit of Liberty: Chapter 3

              

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              The man had been traveling through the mountain side for weeks.  The truth is that he had been traveling for years through the cities, fields, mountain ranges. He would stop for extended amounts of time when he would come to a place he felt had his answers, but they always seemed to fail him. Then he would pack up his belongings and leave. Through his journey he had made a lot of friends and a few enemies.

                Currently, he was watching a woman and what appeared to be her father, but could had been her husband, struggling with their wagon. He had felt the shift in air pressure and saw the tree leaves become lighter. The nature had a way of telling people what it was about to do, signs of warning. People normally did not notice because they were not in tune with nature the way a traveler is. He found a cave, if it could be called a cave, it was more like a large rock. The indention that made the ‘cave’ did not go back very far, maybe a few yards. Then it became dark and he could not see, but having slept in many caves he knew it only got smaller and would lead nowhere.

                The village that he had seen from the top of the mountain range had appeared to be a quaint little town. As he descended the mountain side earlier that morning, he felt that he would stay here in this village for while. The view was fantastic. From the ridge he could see the mountain range go on for miles and miles. The man had not known exactly where he was at until he had reached this mountain ridge. From this height a map could have been drawn of the mountains, cities, roads, villages, rivers, everything seemed so clear.

                Now he was in the cave wanting to start the fire, but captured by the events of the man and the woman. A lightning bolt from the heavens had come down and struck the tree right in front of their wagon. The horse had spooked and ran away. He was surprised at how easily the horse had been able to snap the trace. It had either been made by weak wood or been poorly crafted. It seemed that it had only been a couple minutes and the woman had been flung, the man found her, and left. He could only assume that the woman had been hurt and unable to move.

                As the man left the woman, Brac started gathering together his small pack. It appeared that the woman had been injured. He ran down the side up to the road. The woman was just off from the road under a pine tree. He cautiously approached the woman.

“Ma’am are you okay?”

                She tried to move back past the tree, but she could barely move. The realization came to her that she was completely hopeless. He pulled off the hood over his head. He smiled at her and said, “Ma’am, calm down. Take a deep breath. I am only here to help.”

The rain was beating so hard and the wind was picking up. There was no time; if he waited any longer he might not be able to make it back up to cave. She started to cry. He looked over her whole body. She had a little blood running from her forehead, but after a quick examination she was not bleeding from there it just had been smeared. He saw that her right leg had been broken at the knee. The blood had come from her shin that must have been where she had landed on a rock or a branch that caused her knee to break.

                Brac decided it would be better to care for the leg when they were up in the dryness of the cave, then out her under a tree that was doing nothing for the wind and rain. He reached down and picked the woman up. He realized that this was a young woman, maybe not yet, past her schooling.

                It had only taken him a couple minutes to get to her, but it was taking him a lot longer now with her screaming and the mud that was becoming harder and harder to walk up hill. Eventually, he got back to cave. She was screaming that if he did not let her go her father was going to kill him.

                “I would gladly return you to your father. If I was going to kidnap or kill a woman I would do one that was much quieter than you. Now let me look at this leg.”

                “Don’t touch me!”

                “Look at me! Look into my eyes!” He barked.

                She looked up around her first as an act of defiance. She saw that the cave looked like a make shift home. It did not appear that he had been here long. He had gathered fire wood and had a small pile. He had some big leaves that were rolled up and she thought she smelled fish. He had a laid her on a blanket up against the wall of the back side of the cave.

                “Look at me!” Her eyes darted into his dark green eyes. “My name is Brac. I am from Chesterland. I am here to help you. I want you to chew on these. This is called Valerian. This will reduce your pain from your leg and help you fall asleep.”

                “I don’t need to go to sleep and I don’t need your help.”

    Just then her leg began to twitch. He grabbed her hand and put the leaves into her hand.  He went over to pile of wood and grabbed two pieces of wood that looked similar in size and set them next to her. Then he went back over to the pile and started to make a small pile off dead twigs and dry leaves. Then he laid larger branches around them until it looked like a small tepee of branches. Then he took two pieces of flint and started a fire with two swipes. It looked like he had done this before. She could remember when her father had tried to teach her how to start a fire and neither she nor her brother had been able to start it and they had tried for hours.  

He came back over to her. “Sorry I yelled at you. I saw your wagon flip and your father run. I do not know where he is going and how long it will take him or if he will even be able to get back in time to help you. You need to stay dry and be safe. This thunderstorm will last for a few more hours and I doubt if your father makes it safe to the place that he is going that he will be able to make it back. I know how to help you. Those Valerian leaves will help you. My brothers serve in the royal army and they have used that many time on soldiers who have been wounded a lot worse than you. If you don’t take those soon your body is going to go into shock.”

Her leg that had started to twitch was starting to shake and she could not control it. It felt like knives were going all over her thigh and knee. She could no longer feel below her knee. She decided that she did not care anymore. If these leaves killed it would make no difference because she was going to die from the pain anyway. She threw them in her mouth and nothing happened.

“You have to chew them.”

As she started to chew she could instantly feel the relief coming. The pain was not completely going away, but it was being reduced. Being in the dry cave also was helping. The rain and the wind had been taking a toll on her more than she had realized. Just then she heard a loud crack and felt an excruciating pain come from her knee. The cave went dark.  

Brac wished he had been able to tell her what he was going to do, but since she had been so defiant about coming up here and trusting him, he decided it would just be better for everyone if he just reset her knee. He took the two sticks that he had placed next to her and placed on the inside of her leg and the other on the outside. He pulled the thin rope from his bag and tied the sticks to her leg making it so that she could not accidently bend her knee.

                Then he went over to the large leaves unraveled the fish that was inside. He took out his knife and gutted the fish. It only took him a couple minutes and he had the meat on the frying pan over the fire. As the fish cooked he looked over at the young woman. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully. He went and removed the wet hood from head and placed one of his warm ones that had been sitting next to the fire on her and then laid her down so that she was no longer sitting up but lying down.

                She was beautiful young woman. She had thick dark brown hair that curled slightly down to the middle of her back. Even though her eyes were shut he could not forget them from the second that she had locked eyes with him. They were a swirl of green and brown. He had never, in all of his travel, seen eyes that swirled of two colors like hers. She had been wearing a light brown dress with twirling design near the edges. She looked to be taller than the average woman that he was used to seeing, but just ever so slightly. It could have been that her legs were long and slender consequently making her appear taller, since he had never seen her stand.

                Her chest rose up and down as she slowly breathed. She looked at peace, even though he knew that was the leaves, he wished he could find that type of peace of mind. There had always been something missing in his life. He had had everything that he had every wanted or needed and he had thrown that away because it did not bring him satisfaction. He knew in his heart that there was something that he was longing for, but could not figure it out. It was that feeling that a person has when they cannot remember the word that they need and it keeps appearing in their mind for a millisecond and then disappearing. If it would only remain long enough then it could be remembered. He just needed to find that moment so that everything would fit into place.

                The fish was almost done cooking so he flipped it over in the pan. As it finished, he went over to his bag and grabbed the canteen. He would have to fill it back up tomorrow morning. The fish was finished and he pulled the pan from the fire and started to eat. The fish were fresh from yesterday. The river at on the other side of the mountain had an abundant amount of salmon. This was a treat for him since he had not had salmon in over a year. He finished the fish and then made a pillow out of one of his smaller bags. Then drifted into sleep as the storm raged on.