Seminole

Gougo watched the strange woman sitting in front of her tent. Gougo’s eyes wandered around in the nearby swamp, looking for the strange woman’s man, but there was no sign of him. The swamp must have gotten him. It wasn’t surprising, considering how stupid the white people were. They made stupid little blanket shelters down on the ground where the night hunters went, rather than using the sturdy branches around them to make a real shelter, and using the blankets for a hammock so they could sleep off the ground in safety. The white woman did not even have a cooking fire going and the morning was half over. No wonder white people traveled so slowly, they were stupid and lazy. Gougo felt like dropping out of the tree and starting a cooking fire for the lazy woman, but she knew what the metal object was that the white lady held in her lap. She had seen guns used before, the long and short ones. As long as the white woman held the gun in her lap, Gougo would not help her.

The white woman stood and looked around. Gougo slid back into the leaves and froze, making it impossible for somebody as stupid as the white woman to see her. White people seemed to be blind in the swamp. The white woman went to the back of her tent and squatted on the ground. Gougo knew what she was doing, it was one thing they had in common. Then a movement drew Gougo’s eyes to the bushes behind the stupid white woman. It took only a moment to identify the boar, then three more followed it, rooting in the bushes for tubers, perhaps a few of the black mushrooms that the pigs liked so well. Gougo knew the woman would be attacked. She sat on the tree limb undecided until she heard the woman scream and try to run. With a growl of disgust, Gougo dropped from the tree and waited for the stupid woman to get out of the way so she could make her throw. It took only a second for the crazed woman to dodge screaming into the brush where the rest of the pigs ate. Gougo sighted down her arm and threw. The spear went into the pig’s chest and it dropped instantly. Screams and gunshots rang out in the bushes. Gougo pulled her knife and ran into the bushes. She came upon a boar ripping into the woman’s leg. With a cry, Gougo straddled the boar and thrust downward with her knife. The pig squealed and fell over, kicking.

Gougo pulled her knife out of the boar and swung around. The bushes were empty. She knelt over the whimpering white woman and looked at the gash in her leg. It was serious, pulsating blood poured out of the six inch long gash. It was dark blood, the bad kind. Gougo lifted her skin loincloth and squatted over the woman’s leg. Before the woman could stop her Gougo pee’d on the open wound, sterilizing it in the only way open to her. If she could speak the white woman’s language, the woman could have told her there was a first aid kit in camp. But she couldn’t.

Dina screamed and pulled her leg away. She started to wipe the pee off her leg, but the woman growled and pulled her hand away. In a moment the woman tore her puma skin into shreds and used a strip for a tourniquet. She twisted a stick to keep the tourniquet tight, then placed Dina’s hand on the stick to hold it in place. When she was sure that Dina would hold the stick, Gougo disappeared into the swamp.

Dina lay whimpering, alone, waiting to die. The strange woman tried to help, but what good was help if she would lose her leg. She was thirty miles or more from the nearest town. A one-legged woman could never make it. In a moment Dina sniffed the air in amazement, sure she could smell smoke and cooking meat. Her savior returned in a moment with a crude wooden stretcher. The native woman grabbed Dina under the arms and lifted her onto the stretcher, then began dragging her through the brush. They arrived in her camp in just a few minutes. Dina found a pig roasting and a pot of water sitting on the fire.

Grunting incoherently, Dina pointed at her little tent, then finally her pack. Her companion grabbed the pack and handed it to Dina. Dina took out the first aid kit and the three items she needed, a sulfa packet, bandages, and tape. The woman watched quizzically, then muttered something and left. Dina tried to treat the wound, but each time she released the tourniquet, blood gushed through the bandage and soaked the ground under her leg. Dina looked around for her companion in desperation. She saw the strange native woman strolling confidently out of the swamp with a spear in one hand, and several items including Dina’s lost pistol in the other. The woman thrust the spear in the ground near Dina, then handed her the pistol. Dina gingerly took the pistol and slid it into her holster. The woman nodded and took a root and several leaves over to the fire. She dropped the leaves into the water, then began chewing the root. To Dina’s disgust, the woman chewed and spit the root into the water.

Dina was NOT going to drink that! Dina started shaking her head as the woman approached with the water. The woman calmly took a handful of moss, dipped it into the water and pointed at the bandage on Dina’s leg. When Dina didn’t understand, the woman dropped the moss into the water and knelt to pull the bandages off Dina’s leg. She then took the moss and held it over the gash, motioning for Dina to replace the bandages and hold the moss in place. Dina did, with some difficulty. Her back was hurting from sitting up for too long without support.

Dina tried to stop Gougo when she grabbed the tourniquet and untwisted it. Dina watched the bandages in horror, then finally relaxed when no blood came pouring out.

“My God, it worked,” Dina said in wonder.
“Trashish,” the native woman said with a smile.
“Trasheash,” Dina said with a nod. The woman laughed, stood, and drew her knife. Dina felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, but the woman simply turned and bent over, revealing a shapely ass and perfect little black haired pussy. Belatedly, Dina realized that the woman was cutting slices of meat off the pig. The woman turned, not noticing Dina’s red face, and handed her a large slab of meat.

“Bless this food,” Dina mumbled as she bit into the pork. It was amazingly good, considering it was unsalted and half cooked.
“Dou soso habu,” the woman said, pointing at the swamp behind Dina with her knife. Dina turned to look then shrugged helplessly.
“Habu,” the woman repeated, motioning at the swamp.

“I have no idea what a habu is?” Dina said, shaking her head. Gougo realized the problem and cleared a place in the sand at their feet. Slowly and carefully, Gougo drew several huts in the sand, then surrounded them with a circle.

“Gougo dou soso habu,” the woman said earnestly. Dina stared at the young round face and tried to understand. Finally she followed the pointing knife and realized that the young woman was saying there was a village in that direction.

Gougo couldn’t tell the strange woman that she must remain in camp for a few days until the root could stop the bleeding permanently. She would just have to keep her amused somehow.
Gougo started to build a shelter, despite Dina’s protests. Finally, Gougo pointed at the sun and held up five fingers. Dina realized that she was telling her it would be five days before she could travel. Almost sobbing in desperation, Dina watched Gougo building the shelter, watching aimlessly at first, then with more interest. Dina even managed to hand Gougo several wide leaves as Gougo started weaving them into the roof. Before nightfall they had a snug shelter with two hammocks inside. A fire was going at the entrance to the shelter, well under the protection of the roof, so the rain couldn’t affect it. No pests of any kind would enter the shelter with the fire going. Gougo had the hammock nearest to the fire so she could just reach out and add wood whenever the fire grew low. Dina was amazed that Gougo could do so much with only a machete and a few of materials Dina had packed on her back.

It didn’t rain that first night, although the rain would have made no difference. The shelter was obviously watertight. Dina felt warm and safe for the first time since she had left Everglades City. The amazing native girl was totally at ease in the swamp. Dina lay staring at the ceiling, wishing she could be more like the young girl next to her. Dina lifted her head, hearing a strange noise near the entrance of their shelter. She tried to make out Gougo in the flickering firelight, hoping the girl was still there. That’s when she realized that Gougo was making the strange sounds. She was masturbating!

Dina immediately felt her mouth go dry and her pussy moist. She strained her eyes to see Gougo in the darkness, but it was impossible. The girl had let the fire die down, probably for privacy. Dina opened her own legs, and the slight sound made Gougo hiss and stop.
“Please, don’t stop for me,” Dina said quietly. She tried to sit up and the young girl appeared at her side instantly, helping her rise.

“Ari shaa,” the girl said, pointing outside. She reached down and tossed several sticks of wood onto the fire, then started helping Dina outside. Dina realized in embarassment that the woman thought she had to pee. Now that she thought about it, she did.

The woman helped her squat away from the shelter, not an easy task with a bad leg, and she pee’d for several seconds. She looked for something to wipe her pussy with, but there was nothing but grass. She reluctantly lifted her pantaloons and stood, with the girl’s help. She put her arm around the girl’s neck and limped inside. Once at the hammock the girl lowered her hands to Dina’s waist and lifted as Dina jumped and caught the hammock with her ass. She sat swinging while the girl held her.

“Dina,” Dina said with a smile, placing a hand on her chest. She pointed at Gougo and waited, but the girl didn’t understand.
“Dina,” Dina repeated more slowly and place her hand on her chest.

“Dina,” the girl said, placing her own hand on Dina’s right tit. Before Dina could object the girl hefted her tit in her hand, then massaged it lovingly with a vacant smile on her face. It wasn’t long before both of the girl’s hands were on her Dina’s tits, feeling and massaging them gently.
“Dina,” the girl repeated dreamily. She bent closer and sniffed, then smiled at Dina. Dina didn’t understand what the sniff or smile meant, but at that point she didn’t care. The girl’s small hands were doing an expert job of inflaming her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, relaying electric jolts to her pussy each time they were touched. It was only a moment before Dina’s own hands were on the woman’s tiny breasts, hanging bare just in front of her. The girl moaned in pleasure and arched her back like a cat. This excited Dina even more. She tweaked the nipples between her fingers gently and watched the girl moan in excitement.