Her Eyes Gray walked slowly along the black sand beaches as the rowboats full of captive men, women and children - all different races - started to appear through the thick marine layer of the small, most uninhabited island. She had a most unusual request from a most unusual source. The businessmen request people, a lot of people.
Her contacts in San Carlos filled the order, bringing one-hundred and twenty-eight fresh niggers, whites and chinks all disrobed and dressed scantily in tanned deerskin and rough chains that were strapped tight enough to make the wearer unable to move left and right or be cut by the jagged, rusty chains.
She heard a distinctive hawk call and stared out at the emerging fleet of rowboats filled to the brim with the undesirables she'd arranged for travel. "White Elk can really pull his weight..." she said in awe as the boats began to drift onto the black beach and run aground as the pilots hopped out and dragged the boat up further onto the beach.
Towards a small platform with various tools of submission and torture. "Twin-Bears, take some women inside and fry them something nice please." The young man nodded in unspoken understanding and dragged several of the finest women up the slope of the beach and into a large wigwam. She smiled and thought about the delicious feast they would enjoy with the businessmen later in the day.
As they assembled in a single file line, the men were sent to another line, checked thoroughly - arms, legs, head, torso and under carriage - and then chained and locked into rusty metal and wooden stocks.
The women were chained by the wrist on a cross with their legs spread way past their shoulders in a painful tugging fashion. The children were tied by the hair with heavy rope and chains and staked into the quicksand beach near the men, in the center of the whole morbid display of human depravity.
"Perfect brothers, thank you. You can go inside and help prepare the feast, the buyers will be here soon." They didn't answer the squaw, but left the auction site and traveled up the small sand-dune and into the large cooking wigwam.
Her Eyes Gray walked up and down the different sections of the auction stage and did her own final inspection of the human cattle assembled, scared, crying and dazed by their extremely odd predicament. "It's a fine day to sell flesh!" she said with an eerie grin on her dark face.
Her contacts in San Carlos filled the order, bringing one-hundred and twenty-eight fresh niggers, whites and chinks all disrobed and dressed scantily in tanned deerskin and rough chains that were strapped tight enough to make the wearer unable to move left and right or be cut by the jagged, rusty chains.
She heard a distinctive hawk call and stared out at the emerging fleet of rowboats filled to the brim with the undesirables she'd arranged for travel. "White Elk can really pull his weight..." she said in awe as the boats began to drift onto the black beach and run aground as the pilots hopped out and dragged the boat up further onto the beach.
Towards a small platform with various tools of submission and torture. "Twin-Bears, take some women inside and fry them something nice please." The young man nodded in unspoken understanding and dragged several of the finest women up the slope of the beach and into a large wigwam. She smiled and thought about the delicious feast they would enjoy with the businessmen later in the day.
As they assembled in a single file line, the men were sent to another line, checked thoroughly - arms, legs, head, torso and under carriage - and then chained and locked into rusty metal and wooden stocks.
The women were chained by the wrist on a cross with their legs spread way past their shoulders in a painful tugging fashion. The children were tied by the hair with heavy rope and chains and staked into the quicksand beach near the men, in the center of the whole morbid display of human depravity.
"Perfect brothers, thank you. You can go inside and help prepare the feast, the buyers will be here soon." They didn't answer the squaw, but left the auction site and traveled up the small sand-dune and into the large cooking wigwam.
Her Eyes Gray walked up and down the different sections of the auction stage and did her own final inspection of the human cattle assembled, scared, crying and dazed by their extremely odd predicament. "It's a fine day to sell flesh!" she said with an eerie grin on her dark face.