Here is part three, it takes place where part 2 left off with the car crash...
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The trouble with dream men, part 3
Pain filled every bone and muscle in Megan's body. She felt as though she had been wrung though an old ringer washer and hung up to dry. Her eyes were still closed, because even they hurt. She could tell by the bright red of her inner eyelid that the light outside was too bright for her to open them. Confusion wrapped itself in a thick foggy mist in her mind. The last thing she remembered was the dark cold pouring rain. Now she could hear birds calling, the gentle bubble of a small stream and she could feel the warm soft breeze as it blew across her face.
"What is that smell?" she thought to her self. Her eyes still closed as she lay there in the grass, analyzing the smell. "Grass?" her mind said, "Why am I lying in the grass?" Jerking her eyes open she sat up as she remembered the truck speeding toward her, the scream died in her throat as Megan looked around her. "Ok," she was thinking, "I've been in a car accident, but I'm alright."
"Obviously," her mind was rationalizing, "I've been THROWN from the car." Looking at her surroundings she vaguely noted that there was no mud, no evidence whatsoever of it having rained, or even the accident for that matter. "Perhaps I've wandered away from the accident, dazed or something, yeah," her mind grasped onto that Idea, "it happens all the time, people with head injuries are found wandering around with no memory of who they are or how they got there. I just have to find help. Surely there is a house around here or something."
Sending a prayer of thanks heavenward that she could stand and that nothing seemed to be broken, she bent to retrieve her purse. At least she'd had sense enough to bring that with her. "Ok" she said aloud, "which way do I go? upstream or down?" Choosing the one with less underbrush she began walking upstream, praying that that there was a house or road somewhere.
Walking along the stream, she tried to remember anything beyond the headlights bearing down on her in the rain, but drew a complete blank. Her clothes were dry and it was daylight, so she knew she must've been dazed for at least twelve hours. "Lord," she said, "Mom must be worried sick, and kaycee. . ."unable to finishe the thought of her terrified three year old, Megan continued walking. The further she walked, the more confused and frightened she became. She never remembered any long open spaces any where near her small suburban town. Surely she'd be coming upon a house before long. Hearing voices up ahead, her heart leapt with hope. She started running head long into the clearing saying happily, "Am I glad to see ya'll! I thought I would never find civilization, I was in a car accident and. . ."
Megan stopped dead, her breath frozen in her constricted throat. There, in front of her was the most devastatingly handsome man she'd ever seen in her life. No, there was another, swallowing the lump in her throat she said in a choked whisper, "Your Him!!"
And he was HIM, bronzed skin covering his bare muscled chest, long ebony hair falling straight past his shoulders, buckskin loincloth covering his. . .BUCKSKIN LOINCLOTH!! her mind screamed, and her breathing all but stopped when she fell to her knees, the world spinning.
"Well, well, well," one of the men was saying to his friend in their native american language, "looks like today is going to be a good day after all!"
Grey Wolf, like Megan, was too stunned to answer his friend. Finally, the flame haired woman from his visions was in front of him. Now he just needed to find the will to breath and move. Hearing the crude comments and suggestive remarks from his comrades, however, spurred him into action and he spoke with authority, "She's Mine!"
"Yours?" Gentle Fox, Grey Wolf's friend, looked to his life long friend wondering at the sudden anger that entered his expression and voice. She was only a white woman after all, and a crazy one at that, sitting there staring at them like she was. Seeking to lighten the mood, Gentle Fox continued, "You may have all the maidens in the village swooning at your feet, but this white woman is free game."
"I said, Fox," Grey Wolf said, his grey eyes turning to icy steele as he focused them on his friend, "She is Mine!"
"As you wish, my friend," Gentle Fox shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "She seems touched by the spirits anyway. What other white women do you know that runs into the midst of a band of SAVAGES, as they call us, and does nothing but fall to her knees and begin shaking her head. Besides everyone knows that white women have lice!" Gentle Fox began laughing at his own joke, and their other companions joined suit, having remained silent during the exchange.
Grey Wolf ignored the joke as well as the laughter as he said, "The rest of you may return to the village, our families are awaiting our return. I will deal with the white woman." Grey Wolf was anxious to be alone with her to sort things out and possibly stop the shock from stealing her spirtit away.
Megan had watched the exchange while slowly shaking her head back and forth. She couldn't understand a word they were saying any easier than she could figure out why she was seeing Native American men dressed in buckskin in 2001! "Ok,"Megan said, rolling her eyes heavenward, "I should have listened to Diana. I really do need professional help. I have REALLY lost it this time!"
"Ya'll just go about your business," She rambled on as she stood and began to slowly walk backwards, still speaking, "I'm only hallucinating. Probably the result of a concussion or something. I know you aren't real. Your only a figment of my imagination. I'll be leaving now."
BREATH IN, BREATH OUT. Megan reminded herself as she turned and walked away. Tossing her long auburn tresses back over her shoulder she straightened her back and walked faster. She could still HEAR her hallucinations behind her talking in that strange language of theirs. Stubbing her toe on the exposed root of an ancient oak she cursed as she glanced behind her. Only one of her hallucinations was there now, and of course it was him. He just stood there, strong arms crossed over his chest and watched her. His handsome face was puzzled, as he contemplated some thought in his mind.
"What?" Megan asked, unable to help herself. It was, however, her hallucination and she could do what ever she wanted, right?
Knowing what she was saying, because his white father had insisted on his learning english at an early age, he asked, "What do you mean, what?"
"What are you doing here half dressed and looking at me like. . .like. . . like I am some bone and your a hungry dog or something." Angry at herself and him for some strange reason she couldn't fathom, Megan continued, "Is this some kind of reenactment of the old west or something?"
Realization hit her like a ton of bricks, brightening her blue eyes as her face turned crimson, "Why didn't I think of that sooner?" Walking closer to him she went on as if to explain her lapse of sanity, "you must think I am a total nut case or something. But I really am quite sane, at least sometimes, I promise"
She laughed self consciously and smiled at him and went on, "I was in some sort of automobile accident, I can't even find my car. Your costumes are great by the way. I was starting to believe that I wasn't here in good old 2001."
"Auto. . . mobile?" Grey Wolf said, genuinely puzzled. "What is an automobile?"
"You don't have to keep up with the charade, I know it's an act." Megan laughed, Diana was gonna love this story when she got home and told her. After, of course, Diana rung her neck for scaring everyone to death!
"Act, I assure you Flame, this is no act." Grey wolf said gently, if what he thought had happen was true, she would be shocked enough as it is. The elder's had spoken of time travel before, in ancient ceremonies, but he'd never known first hand of a real experience with it. She'd said the year was 2001 and it was actually somewhere closer to 1868. Things were becoming clearer in his mind as he put two and two together. The strange carriages he'd seen in his visions of her, that scurried around on four round wheels, with no horse to pull thjem. The other strange things he'd seen but had been unable to explain to his shaman. It all made sense now. The reason he hadn't been able to find her was because she'd not only been in another place, but another TIME! He laughed aloud, the Great Spirit was truly a remarkable being.
To be continued. . . . . .
Well, there was part three!!!! hope you liked it!!! I'll have part 4 soon.... See ya'll...... copywrighted by: Mendi AKA*~ Kysta~*
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