Mid- September 1759

The gentle breeze rustled the fallen leaves on the ground, multiple colors mingling with one another. A crispness nipped at the bare flesh of Running Bear pacing near the overhang at the back of the house. A scream ripped through the air, causing him to pause in his pacing. Looking up at the second story window, Running Bear held his breath. The angry, cries from an infant rung through the air, signaling the birth was successful.

A broad smile crossed his face seconds before he stormed up to the house, the stairs to the second story being taken three at a time. He paused briefly at the closed door, taking a deep breath. The cooing sounds of of his love soothing his newborn child. Pride swelled in his stomach as clenched his jaw mentally preparing himself. Turning the knob on the door, he swung it open, a smile breaking across his face, no longer being able to hide his excitement.

Elizabeth's eyes darted to Running Bear, worry coating her face as she clutched the newborn child closer to her breast. The old medicine woman was scrubbing the blood from her sun-worn hands as she shook her head, muttering to herself. Running Bear stood next to the bed Elizabeth laid upon, her modest shift drenched in sweat and fluids, leaving nothing to imagine.

"Please my love. Don't do this!" Tears trailed down her flushed cheeks, clutching the infant tighter.

"Hand him." Running Bear spoke in broken English, relying on gesturing to get his point across. Her sobs shaking her shoulders.

"She." The medicine woman spoke the word over her shoulder.

Running Bear reached for the infant, extracting her from Elizabeth's arms. Unwrapping the bloody cloth swaddling the infant, he stared intently. Running Bear's brows furrowing, looked to Elizabeth, anger flaring in his eyes.

"No daughter."

Turning quickly, he stormed from the room, intent clear in his movements. Elizabeth's cries and screams rung through the house, following him like a demon. The old woman's voice rose up in chants to mingle with the mother's cries. The newborn baby girl wailing in response to the emotions flying around.

A man's holler rose above the rest, ceasing the cries of the infant. Elizabeth's cries became screams of despair. The chanting of the medicine woman coming to an end.

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