posion 4

The fire burning, that man witch praying, the whole tribe praying. Brenda tried so hard not let herself fall unconscious again. She wants to remember all this, remember every single face of them, she want to remember Bate. She wants to get revenge!

She does believe that her will power will not disappear even cross this life –death line.
In that case she did the best to remember how the fire burning her……

Suddenly, there is loud galloping sound from many horses, with mie---mie sounds from lots goats. The ground is shaking, the world is swirling….

“It is our horses…. and ….and our goats….. Sheep….” Many of them shutting, then all run over to the sounds.

“Get on the horse, now!” Wuna ride on a horse and along another horse with her. She cut off the rope which hanging Brenda.
“Quick! Now! Alright, I going pull you, give me your hand. Ok, Now!....”

After been roll on the ground, she been dropped off when wuna cut off the rope, one of her knees must be crutched, she could not claim up to the horse back, her wrists ,along her hands, her body are numb.

“Here, come on, hold the horse hair,….try put this foot in…. ok…. Please be hurry….
There …. There…. Ok, this rope makes sure you will not fall off……”wuna wrap Brenda on the saddle. Then she jumps on another horse. She whistled, the horse galloping their way.


After a long night run, Brenda soaking in wet. Wuna give another quite, soft whistle, two horses slowing down,then stop. Wuna get off the horse walks to Brenda.
“Hurtting?” Wuna asked.
Brenda nods her head.
“The baby will coming, you are bleeding.” Wuna helped Brenda get off.


Brenda is unconscious now, she doesn’t know after the long hours struggle, she have a purple colored dead son.








Wuna stopped talking, wuma, crawling to her nan, deep her head in her nan’s chest. There is silence but the winds roaring whistling outside yurt.
“So, my dad’s mother not Brenda at all? Then who is?” Wuma life her face to her nan.

“No, Brenda is not your dad's mother. Brenda’s son dead before born.” Wuna stroking wuma’s hair.
“As Brenda woke up…..” Wuna continued after wuma add more menus into the fire.

Brenda hold her baby, she didn’t say a word. She just holds him very tight with her eyes closed. Wuna sit next to her, don’t know what to do.

“Help me get on the horse, please.” Brenda whispered. She has been gathering all her energy for the last two hours.
Wuna chased Brenda all the way back to the tribe. It was so quiet; everybody must be still chasing the horses, goats, and sheep. Brenda stopped at front of Bate’s yurt. She rolls off the saddle. Hold her baby walked into the yurt. Wuna could hear that bate was playing the fiddle, singing very sorrow.

“Bate; come have a look at your son.” Brenda said to astonished Bate.
Bate put his fiddle, bend over try to take the baby, but he is fell off very slowly with his eyes wide open. Brenda had stabbed him from under his belly right up to his heart. When he was bend over tried to take the baby, Brenda had pull off his long dagger from his boot, hen stabbed him.


“I am sorry, son. This is what the best I can do. Mum will not let you along on your way.” She closed her eyes, past away with holding her baby.