Building a Dream

"Shit," Sam said. He turned to the woman and walked up next to her. She was now standing with most of her weight on the uninjured leg. He reached for her once again to help her into the house and she flinched away. He said, "Some Son of a Bitch stole my car last night. I don't know how we'll get you to the emergency room now. Well, come on inside and I'll bandage your leg then we'll think of something. As Sam was helping the woman onto the porch one of the dogs came running up and licked him. Sam jumped when the cold nose hit his bare crotch. Now Sam thought he knew why the young woman still was hesitant about accompanying him. Sam had to put a lot of pressure on her arm to get her to follow. When they got inside he pulled her to the bed and tried to make her sit on it.

When the woman saw where Sam was leading her she became frantic. She began violently trying to get away. She hit him several times before he could subdue her. She was still talking in a strange language. The little Bitch even tried to pull a knife on him. Finally Sam slapped her face and threw her onto the bed. He took three steps and picked up his medical bag then returned in time to catch her as she tried to get away once more.

Sam once again threw her onto the bed and sat astride her legs to keep her from kicking him. He pushed her skirt up and saw she was commando. Damn she had a fine looking pussy! He felt himself harden in spite of himself. Sam opened his bag and pulled his supplies out. He immediately turned to the wound and began working on it. For a short time he had to dodge fists and listen to invective. Slowly the girl stopped fighting him. She watched him carefully as he cleaned the wound and put antibiotic cream on it. He apologized to her for not having anesthetic then made several stitches in the deeper cuts. He bandaged the wound and then pulled her damaged skirt down over her beautiful little pussy.

Sam stood back and looked at the young woman. He said, "You lay there and rest. I suppose since I killed that damn bear I better dress it out. At least I'll have some good meat for the weekend. Maybe I can take some of it home if I can figure out a way to get there without my car. Crap lousy cell service I have doesn't even serve this area so I can call for help."

The woman just lay on the bed resting on her elbows while Sam talked. She watched him while he dressed and as he walked across the room to the kitchen area. She frowned when she saw him pick up some knives and large pans. She watched him walk out the door and collapsed back onto the bed.

After a few minutes the young woman slowly, carefully moved until she was sitting on the side of the bed. When she stood she groaned. She walked slowly out of the building and stood on the porch. She watched Sam struggle with the bear for a moment then began moving slowly down the steps and across the yard toward him.

When Sam looked up at the woman she said something he did not understand. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sorry but I just don't understand you. I can't believe you don't speak English. We'll try to figure something out when I finish with this bear."

The woman said something else then she limped slowly out of the yard heading into the woods. Sam watched her for a moment then sighed. He rose and began following her. As slowly as she was walking that wasn't difficult. Very soon they came to a small campsite. The ground was torn up and her possessions were scattered around. Sam found the young woman kneeling beside a torn up body of a man. She was holding him rocking back and forth crying. It was obvious the bear had mauled him to death. There was a bow and half dozen arrows lying beside the man along with a bloody knife.

Sam gently touched the woman on the shoulder. He said, "I'm sorry. When we get to town we will send someone back for him."

The woman shrugged his hand off and gently lay the body back down. She slowly moved over to the side and began scraping a hole in the forest floor with the knife and her hands. Sam tried to stop her but she angrily shrugged him off and continued working. Finally Sam decided to return to the house and get his shovel. He would help her bury the young man then let the authorities exhume the body when they reported the accident.

Sam made a hurried trip back to the house with his dogs bouncing along with him. He got his shovel and returned to the small clearing. Sam gently pulled the woman from her labor. He began digging the hole for her. When she saw what he was doing she moved to the man and began wrapping his body in a cured deer skin. She worked and tugged him over beside the hole. After the hole was about three feet deep she gestured Sam out and began pulling the young man toward the hole.

Sam again gently pushed her aside and placed the man carefully in the hole. The woman knelt beside the hole and said a few words then carefully, gently covered the man. After the grave was covered she found and carried several rocks to place over it.

Sam helped her gather the few belongings scattered around and carry them back to his cabin. On the way he moved up beside the woman and wrapped his arm around her to help her walk easier. When he did that she stiffened and pulled away slightly. Sam ignored her actions and slowly she began to relax and allow him to support her. They walked past the dead bear to the cabin. Sam helped her sit on the porch. He went inside and wet a wash rag for her to use to clean up slightly.

Sam carried a glass of water and the wet rag to the woman. He sat the water on the small table beside the chair and gently washed her face. He then picked up each hand and washed it and her arm with the damp rag. The woman just sat watching him with a stoic expression on her face. Just before he returned to the house Sam handed her the water.

Sam came back out of the house and said, "Well, I suppose I better get back to work on the bear. You sit here and rest. You need to stay off that leg as much as you can."

Sam had not been working long when he once again felt a presence beside him. He jumped slightly and looked up to see the young woman watching him. The young woman looked at Sam then the bear. She turned her gaze to him once again and held her hand out. Sam just looked at her. She said something and shook her hand at him. When he didn't respond she reached out and took the knife from his hands. She grimaced when she knelt beside the bear. Sam watched in shock and awe as her hands began flying back and forth. She gutted the bear and began slicing the skin from the meat, peeling it back faster than Sam could even think about doing it. Every time she moved her leg Sam could see the pain she felt. He tried to stop her but she ignored him and continued working.

Every time the woman moved she clenched her teeth and a small moan came from her mouth. Several times she pulled Sam to one location or another and said something. When he didn't understand she would use her hands to place his on the bear and motion for him to do something. Finally the bear was skinned and the head and paws cut off. The intestines were lying on the ground beside the carcass.

Next the young woman began cutting the bear into easier to handle pieces. When she got the first leg off she handed it to Sam and spoke again. As she spoke she motioned him toward the house. Sam took the proffered meat and carried it off as the woman turned back to her job.

Sam carried the leg into the house and put it in the sink. He stood thinking a moment then turned toward the other side of the cabin. He was going to open his camping gear and get out a plastic tarp. He stood in shock. Now he knew what had bothered him earlier when he staggered out of the house to shoot the bear. The door into the addition that contained the new bathroom and bedroom was missing. Where it had been was a solid log wall. Sam rushed out of the cabin and around the corner. The entire addition was missing!

Sam slowly walked back into the cabin. He was scared. He had a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. Slowly he walked over to the wall where his camping gear was piled. He got out a plastic tarp and put it on the table. He would lay the meat on it until they decided what to do with it. When Sam returned to the outside he saw the woman kneeling beside a small pile of wood. Her whole body was shaking and her visible arm was moving back and forth rapidly. When Sam walked up to her he saw her trying to start a fire.

Sam immediately turned back to the house. When he returned he gently stopped the woman. Sam reached out and used a small butane lighter to start the kindling she had placed on the ground. The woman smiled and quickly began feeding small twigs then larger sticks into the fire. When the fire was burning well she slowly stood and began placing two forked sticks to hold a spitted piece of the bear over the fire.

After the piece of meat was cooking the woman once again returned to her job butchering the bear. When she had several slices of meat cut and laid out on the hide she began building a rack beside the fire. After the rack was built she built another fire under it and placed the thin slivers of bear meat over it to begin drying. She continued cutting and putting the meat on the drying rack until it was full.

On one of his trips into the cabin with raw meat Sam brought back some salt and seasonings. At first the woman tried to stop him from putting it on the roasting meat but Sam would not be dissuaded. Finally he let her taste the spice and salt. She smiled and stepped back to allow him to continue.

A couple of times Sam tried to help the woman. She would stop him and push him back. Once she even hobbled into the house and brought his rifle back. She insisted he carry it with him as he moved back and forth. When all the carrying was done she pushed him down onto a log nearby where she was working. Occasionally she would test the roasting piece of meat with her knife. When she thought it was done she brought Sam a large piece to eat.

Sam took the meat and went into the cabin. He quickly got two plates, forks and knives. He also picked up a can of Bush's Grillin beans and the can opener. Sam returned to the fire and divided the can of beans onto the plates. He handed the woman one and her knife and fork. He sat down and began eating his beans and bear. She looked at him a moment. Sam gestured at the cooking meat then her plate. He said, "Well go on and eat. You can watch everything and eat at the same time surely. You might want to wash up first though. I brought you a clean cloth." Sam handed her a soapy rag and made motions of washing. Finally she got the idea and rubbed her hands. Sam then took the soapy rag back and gave her one with just clean water on it to wipe the soap from her hands.

Slowly the woman moved to the cooking skewer of meat. She watched Sam while she cut a piece of the bear then put it on her plate. She moved over to a piece of wood beside the fire and sat down. She carefully stabbed her bear with the fork and cut a bite off. She watched Sam while she slowly raised it to her mouth. He smiled and nodded his head yes. After she had eaten the first bite the woman dove into her food as if she were starved.

Sam sat and thought about all the strange discoveries he made that morning. He watched as his dogs ran back and forth. They would occasionally come up to him for a pat. To his surprise they also went up to the woman several times. She would occasionally throw them a bone or piece of meat she didn't want. They seemed to have adopted her.

As the day wore on Sam came to a conclusion. He really didn't like the conclusion either. One, something was badly wrong. Part of his cabin was missing. His car was missing. The trees around the yard were much, much larger than he remembered. The old fallen down shed behind the house was almost new now. The road into the yard was now just a small trail. There was an Indian woman working on a bear in his yard and she could not speak any English. He was starting to think Dorothy was right when she said, "We're not in Kansas anymore" or in his case he was not in 2010 Texas anymore. It was a frightening and daunting thought.

Later that evening the woman thought the meat on the racks was dry enough. She picked it off and handed it to Sam. She gestured toward the house. He turned to carry it inside. He heard a shuffling behind him and turned to see her bringing what was left of the roast they had eaten for lunch and supper. The dogs were happily scampering around her as they followed the couple toward the cabin.

When Sam got inside he put the jerky with his other preserved food. He quickly moved to the sink and pumped water to wash with. The woman looked around and then placed the cooked meat on the cabinet top. She watched Sam while he washed. He stepped back, handed her the soap and gestured to the sink. The woman slowly moved to the sink and washed her hands and arms. She stepped back and looked at Sam once more. She seemed scared again.

It was so dark inside Sam could barely see. He was exhausted. He moved to his camping gear and got out his air mattress and sleeping bag. He fixed his bed in the corner to the side of the door in the area that was used as a sitting room. After he stripped to his underwear he crawled into the sleeping bag. He motioned the woman toward the bed then rolled over and was asleep almost immediately.

Sam woke early the next morning. He had to piss like a race horse. He rushed from the cabin and around the corner. As he stood he noticed the woman was not in bed. He fleetingly wondered where she was. When he came back from his piss call Sam saw the woman once more tending the fires. She had another haunch of the bear roasting on the spit and more of it was laid on the drying rack for jerky.

For the first time when she saw him she didn't cringe away. She smiled at Sam and gestured toward the roasting haunch of bear. Sam shook his head no and walked back into the cabin. He quickly pulled on his clothes. Sam fixed the coffee pot and carried it out into the yard. He placed it in the edge of the fire and soon it was merrily perking. He sat and smelled the bear roasting and his coffee perking. Sam looked at the young woman and smiled. His heart fluttered when she returned it then turned back to her work. Sam leaned back and watched the sun filter through the trees. He listened to the small stream that ran just out of sight in the edge of the woods. He was surprisingly relaxed and at peace.

The woman worked all day and well into the night on the bear. When Sam tried to get her to stop at dusk she refused. Finally in disgust Sam gave up. He stayed up with her but to his shame he fell asleep before she finished. It was well after dark when she woke him from where he lay on the ground. They carried the cooked meat and jerky into the cabin and once again Sam did a quick sponge bath and collapsed onto his sleeping bag. He never noticed when the woman went to sleep.

Of course during the first two days Sam and the woman had been slowly trying to understand each other. She picked up some English words from him. She now knew knife, fire, dog and several other words. Sam thought he understood some of her words also. Slowly they were learning to communicate with each other. They learned each other's name as one of the first things they did. He finally decided she was called Dove. At least that is what he started calling her and she responded to it.

The next morning Sam was awakened by the young woman. Dove handed him his coffee pot and said a word she had learned. "Cook," she said. When Sam rose and took the pot she stood and limped out of the house once more. Sam prepared the coffee pot and grabbed cups then followed her. She was once again beside the fire and had something cooking. When he got closer Sam saw two rabbits roasting. He set the coffee pot in the fire to perk.

After breakfast of coffee and rabbit Sam stood and walked into the house. He got his soap and went toward the stream. He felt damn grungy and decided it was time to take a bath before he did anything else. When she saw Sam leaving the yard Dove said something to him. Sam stopped and turned toward her. She was hobbling toward him carrying his rifle once again. When she got to him she thrust it at him. He saw she also carried the bow and arrows that had been in her first camp.

Sam took the rifle with some embarrassment and some exasperation. He turned back toward the stream. He was having a hard time getting used to carrying it everywhere he went. Intellectually he knew if he really was in some other, earlier time he might need it for protection but he was, after all, a man from 2010. You just didn't need to carry a firearm everywhere you went in the life he was used to.

Dove continued to follow him to the stream. When he got there he stopped. Sam tried for several minutes to get her to leave so he could bathe. Dove would not leave. Finally in exasperation Sam took off his shoes, sox and shirt and waded into the water in his shorts. He began bathing while partially dressed. He stopped in shock when Dove began laughing at him.

Dove carefully placed her bow and arrows on the bank beside Sam's clothes and rifle. She stood and rapidly pulled her dress off. Sam watched and felt his cock surge to rigidity as she limped into the stream with him. Dove moved up in front of Sam and began trying to unfasten his shorts. Finally in exasperation she grabbed the waist and pulled forcing them down over his hips.

Sam was wearing the shorts commando. He screamed in pain when his hard cock was bent by the shorts as Dove pulled them off. When his cock bounced into sight Dove stayed kneeling in front of Sam. She stared at his cock for a moment then looked up at Sam's face. Dove then carefully splashed water onto Sam where his shorts had been covering his body. She gently took the soap from his hand and began washing him. Sam stood, his legs shaking while Dove carefully washed his interesting parts.

After she finished washing Sam Dove quickly ducked herself and began soaping her body. Sam shook himself and ducked under water to rinse the soap off. After he was rinsed Sam stood watching Dove wash. When she finished she smiled at Sam once more and walked slowly toward the bank. She picked up her dress and reluctantly started to put it on. Sam rushed back to the bank with her and stopped her. Dove looked at him warily.

Sam shook his head no and picked up his clothes and rifle. He took her hand and pulled her toward the cabin. Dove followed with only a little resistance. When they got to the cabin Sam once again led Dove to the bed and made her lay back across it. She watched him warily until he returned with his medical kit once more. He carefully looked over her injury and replaced the antibiotic cream then replaced the bandages on the worst of the scratches.

After Sam finished with the bandages he turned to his back pack and took out one of his clean T-shirts. He handed it to Dove. She looked at it for a moment then smiled. She pulled it on over her head and stood in front of Sam. He was enough larger than her than the shirt was almost as long as a modern dress. It hung about halfway from her crotch to her knees. Dove looked down at her new finery and smiled. She moved to Sam and gently touched his forearm then moved off and began working once more. She collected his dirty clothes and her dirty dress. She walked out the door after picking up her bow and arrows.

Sam followed, this time remembering to pick up the rifle. He watched Dove return to the stream and begin washing the dirty clothes. Sam looked around and decided they needed more wood. He knew his gasoline wouldn't last long but he picked up his chain saw and moved to the pile of dead wood at the edge of the yard. He started to use the saw on it then decided not to. He thought he could better use the little remaining gas to cut down large trees to build with. He really wanted to make the cabin larger. If he was going to be stuck here he wanted a larger house. Sam picked up his axe and began cutting more firewood while Dove did the laundry.