Chapter Twenty-Two
“The Pawnee weren’t really interested in killing you, Max. Though none would shed a tear if you happened to expire. This valley is well traversed. They knew someone would find you. And as good a lesson the agony teaches you, imagine what message some prospective settlers would receive in finding you so thoroughly bound, naked and hanging from a tree.”
“Please, Miss Luda, cut me down,” Max meekly lisps.
“Oh, Max, such a deserved fate. What’s the rush?”
For the Pawnee, Max became a tempting morsel of delectable fruit. Naked with arms helplessly bound, how could they resist playing as would a cat with a mouse?
Max hangs from the low branch of a huge oak tree. He is prostrate, some three feet from the ground, and the Pawnee used many yards of rawhide in securing each o
