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Mark and Freddie's Adventure
Written by Vanessa Rose aka
*Royal Springs is a fictional town*
SIX DAYS PRIOR: "Pa, I've been saving
up some money for weeks! Why can't we go?" Mark McCain said to his
Pa who was brushing down Razor in the barn.
"Son, I need you at the ranch." Pa replied not looking at him.
"Itís not like Freddie's gonna lead me into trouble!" Mark winced
knowing that it was the wrong thing to say. Pa looked at him and
raised his eyebrow at him.
"So... This time he won't lead you into trouble?" Pa asked. "Last
time you said that, he led you into trouble....again." Mark groaned.
"He's my best friend!" Pa rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, a friend who leads my son in trouble." Pa muttered under his
breath. Mark stifled a smile.
"I heard that! Come on! Please??" Pa sighed and finally gave up.
"Okay son. You may go." Mark smiled.
"Thanks Pa!" He walked out of the barn calmly like an adult. Once he
was out of earshot, he shouted, "WHOO HOO!!" Pa shook his head and
kept on brushing his horse.
SIX DAYS LATER:
"Are we lost, Freddie?" Mark asked as he watched his best friend
scratch his forehead. They were standing in the middle of nowhere.
"Are we even close to Royal Springs?"
"I told you to call me Fred, Mark." Freddie replied looking at his
map. "Uh, uh huh, hmm..." He looked at the map with an ugly stare.
Then he looked at Mark then back at his canteen that lay beside him.
"Are we, Fred?"
"Yes, I think so." Freddie mumbled. Mark wanted to throttle him.
"You got us lost?!"
"No, you're the one who gave me this map." Freddie said. "Why don't
we just camp here until morning?" Mark agreed and started to set up
camp. Freddie started the fire.
"Maybe we should have gone on the stagecoach." Mark said as he laid
down on his bedroll leaning on his elbows. Freddie elbowed him in
the ribs making Mark's head hit the ground. "Ouch! Why'd you do that
"That's why." Mark followed Freddie's gaze. Two Apache Indians were
standing in front of the fire with spears in their hands.
"Oh, right." Mark said dumbly. He noticed how they both looked so
familiar. Then he realized, they were the two Indians who had
kidnapped him when he was little boy: Artak and Chaqua! Mark could
hear Freddie's loud gulp. The Indians just stared at them blankly
"Hi. This is Mark and I'm Freddie..." Freddie introduced his voice
wavering with fear. He whispered to Mark, "Get your .22! Letís get
going!" Mark then noticed his rifle was near Blue Boy. He felt like
slapping himself. His Pa always told him to keep his firearm near
him. He bolted for it only to feel himself being grabbed from the
behind and put on a horse just like the time the Indians had
"MARK!" He heard his best friend shout. Mark lifted his head to see
Artak tie Freddie and gag him. Then he left his best friend all
"FREDDIE!" Mark shouted back as his body bounced on the bare back of
TWO DAYS LATER:
Freddie stepped inside the Marshall's Office, dirty and tired. Lucas
and Micah were standing there talking.
"Freddie! Where's Mark?" Lucas asked.
"I'm sorry, Mr. McCain. I tried to help him... I really did." Micah
"What happened to Mark?" Micah said.
"We camped and then there were two Indians... and they looked
awfully familiar to Mark. You should have seen his face. It looked
like he had just seen a ghost!" Lucas and Micah looked at each other
exchanging a worried look.
"Where is Mark?" Lucas repeated.
"Mark went for his .22 and then one of them grabbed Mark and threw
him over the horse. I tried to stop him but the stronger one grabbed
me and tied me up... It took me a day to reach a town and then
someone helped me here. I really tried to save him, Mr. McCain. I'm
sorry." Freddie hung his head. Lucas looked like he was going to
"Do you think itís those two Indians that kidnapped him when he was
boy, Lucas?" Micah asked.
"If it they Artak and Chaqua, I will personally kill them."
"What happened to my friend?" Mark demanded boldly stepping forward
towards Chaqua the Indian chief. He had remembered that day for a
long time--he would have nightmares and everything, even his Pa used
to have some. But this time, he was going to be brave and fight
back. Chaqua stared down at him and then turned away from him.
"Hey! Why won't you answer?" Mark asked.
"Do you remember when I brought you into camp, young one?" The
Indian said. Mark nervously shifted on his feet.
"Yeah." Mark answered.
"I wanted a son who was strong and courageous. You are him." Mark
gasped and stepped backward.
"What? My Pa found me and took me away from you. Why did you take me
away from my friend?"
"I have watched years over you... I have waited for the moment to
take and reclaim you." Reclaim? Mark inwardly shuddered. "You were
always with your father... and I could never take the chance."
"Don't you understand? I'm not going with you."
"You have been with us two days, young one and yet, you try to
escape each time only to be severely punished by Artak." Mark wanted
to scream. Why did this Apache make him so angry? "Itís time to
"Can you just call me by my name? Itís Mark." Mark interrupted
finally getting irritated with being called young one.
"It is not your Indian name. Sleep." Mark sighed and obeyed
silently. He felt Artak watch him.
"Boy, you need to rest if you want to stay alive." Artak whispered
sounding hostile. Mark sighed quietly. What had happened to Freddie?
Had he been found by settlers? Did Pa know where he was? Probably
"I know you're coming for me, Pa. You always do." Mark said finally
drifting to sleep.
Micah said he would wire Royal Springs any towns near North Fork
about the Indians having a captured fifteen year old boy with them.
Lucas barely slept at Lou's hotel....
Freddie saddled his horse with food and water. He was going to find
his best friend.
Mark sat on a horse holding the horse's hair. He liked saddles and
reigns a lot better than bareback. It was in the middle of the day
and they seemed to go nowhere... but the Indians probably knew where
they were going.
"I am taking you to my wife. She will get you proper clothes."
Chaqua said sitting on a horse stiffly beside him. Mark didn't
reply. He had to figure a way out of here. Chaqua pushed his horse
to the head of the horses when Mark took his chance.
He galloped as fast as he could. He pushed the beautiful horse fast.
He wished his best friend was here, he would have survived a lot
longer with him. He heard the pound of hooves on the ground behind
him. He didn't care as long as he was closer to his Pa. He reached a
forest and decided to go into the thicket of it.
'Be brave, Mark. You have to be.' Mark told himself when the Indians
surrounded him on their horses. He looked around for any opening to
escape through. YES! They all stared at him with hard eyes. Mark
closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Then he kicked the flanks of
the horse and held on tight on the horse's hair.
He had to get to his Pa and Micah.
Suddenly he saw lariats wrap around his horse's body. He tried hard
to get them off but he couldn't.
"That was mistake, Mark." Chaqua said quietly. Artak pulled Mark off
the horse and backhanded him.
"Go." Artak shoved Mark towards the area back into camp.
"Leave me alone!" Mark said his anger pouring out. "JUST LEAVE ME
ALONE!" Chaqua raised his eyebrow.
"I'm not your son! Won't you leave me alone? I just want to be with
"You are with your Pa, boy!" Artak said. Mark didn't let any tears
out, he couldn't and he wouldn't.
"I'll never be your son and you won't force me to be. Ever." Mark
"Let him go!" Another voice said. Mark turned to see a girl sitting
on her horse with her eyes mean and cold. She had a rifle pointing
at Artak and Chaqua. "If you don't let him go, I'll kill Chaqua."
"Kylie James?" He whispered softly.
Mark's and Freddie's
Adventure - part 2
This is a story based on the TV
series The Rifleman
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