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Smells Like Adsila	By : WritingDude Category: +M through R > Mr. Peabody & Sherman Views: 5759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Peabody and Sherman nor do i make money money off of the characters. This is just to entertain.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Epilogue
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- 4
Sherman and Adsila put their clothes back on and followed the old man through the orchard; meanwhile, Mr. Peabody went back to the last place he saw Sherman as the other Cherokee men followed. Once back at the front of the forest, Mr. Peabody sniffed around to pick up Sherman's scent.
"It doesn't make sense," Galegenoh said, "why didn't he follow when you told him to?"
"I'm not sure," Mr. Peabody began, still sniffing the air, "but this kind of...disobedience...will not go unpunished."
"We must find the children quickly," Sequoyah said, "or else we'll have to leave without them."
"Surely you wouldn't...leave one of...your own...behind."
"When the cock crows at Sunrise, we must go; or white men carry us out."
"Look!" a man next to Sequoyah said, "Something is coming out of the peach trees."
Mr. Peabody looked at the ruffling trees and saw Sherman and Adsila talking to a bearded old man as they stepped out of the orchard. He then made a straight face and began walking towards Sherman before the Cherokee men raced passed him to embrace Adsila.
"Whoa," Sherman said, backing up as Cherokees were in a group hug with the little girl, "they must be really glad to see you."
"Of course," she giggle, "we're a family."
"Ahem," Mr. Peabody said, standing by Sherman as he turned around.
"Oh, hey Mr. Peabody," Sherman said, "have you met Mr. Amos?"
Mr. Peabody looked at the old man and nodded at him before looking back at Sherman with a crossed face.
"He help us out of the orchard," Sherman continued, "turns out his family owns the place and said we can have as many peaches as we-"
"Why did you run off like that, Sherman?" Mr. Peabody asked, sternly.
"Oh, well I saw something moving in the peach trees and thought it was Adsila, maybe?"
"So you deliberately disobeyed me when I asked you to come along because you saw something moving in the peach orchard."
"But I found-"
"That's not the point, Sherman. You disobeyed me and you ran off without telling me. What if you got lost, or hurt or God forbid killed?"
"Well I'm find now, isn't that what matters?"
"Don't get snippy with me, young man! I need to know where you are at all times; no exceptions!"
"I was gonna come back but..."
"But what? What happened, Sherman?"
"I...ummm..."
"You got lost in the orchard, didn't you?"
"It's not my fault it's so big."
"This is why I don't let you wander off on your own; you end up getting lost and you have no idea how to retrace your steps."
"Well at least I found Adsila."
"At the cost of disobeying me and scaring me into thinking I might have lost you."
"What's a guy got to do to get some appreciation around?"
"Sherman, no," Adsila whispered, worried.
Mr. Peabody's eyed turned red with rage as he yelled in Sherman's face, "APPRECIATION????!!!!!!! You deliberately disobeyed me, ran off without my knowledge and talked back to me and you expect appreciation?! I have bad news for you, boy: one good deed doesn't nullify they bad actions that came before! I have had enough of this attitude of yours; we are leaving right now and YOU'RE GROUNDED!!!"
As Mr. Peabody panted heavily, tears trickled down Sherman's face as he began sniffling. Once Mr. Peabody's reverted to normal, his face dropped Sherman started balling in his hands as his glasses fell to the grass. As Sherman was sobbing, Mr. Peabody looked at the Cherokee men and Adsila; they were all speechless as she hid her face in Galegenoh's side. He then looked at Amos who just shook his head in shame without saying a word.
"Sherman," Mr. Peabody began, Sherman still sobbing, "Sherman, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell, I just..."
Sherman continued crying as Mr. Peabody hugged him and let him cry over his shoulder.
"Shh, shh," he said as he rubbed his son's back, "it's okay. We'll stay if you want. Do you want to stay?"
"Yes," Sherman said, through his sobs.
"Then it's settled."
Mr. Peabody then looked at the Cherokee men and said, "We'll be a minute."
They all nodded and headed back to the village with Adsila. After a minute of crying, Sherman wiped the tears off his face with his shirt before picking up his glasses.
Mr. Peabody turned to Amos and said, "Thank you for bringing him out safely."
"I'm happy to help anyone," Amos replied, "even the Cherokee."
"So, you respect their culture."
"I respect everybody, unless they give me a reason not too."
"Well, thanks again."
"Anytime."
As Amos went back to his home, Mr. Peabody walked with Sherman back to the village as they were packing their things.
At first there was silence between the two, but then Mr. Peabody said, "Amos seemed really nice."
"Yeah," Sherman said, still sad, "he said he doesn't want the Cherokee to leave, but there's nothing he can do about it except pray they have a safe journey."
"Well, I'm glad he feels that way; it's not common someone besides the Cherokee oppose forced removal."
"They saved his life in the Revolution."
"Did they?"
"Yeah, he was shot and left for dead; they found him, healed him and he's been grateful ever since."
"That was very noble of them."
They then walked over to Dustu, who was saddling his horse with Adsila by his side; she shared the same sad look as Sherman, as if she was yelled at as well.
"Dustu," Mr. Peabody began, "I presume you and your daughter had a discussion."
"We did," the old Cherokee replied, before turning to Sherman, "have your tears dried, Sherman?"
Sherman nodded.
"Thank you for finding my daughter, I am forever grateful."
"You're welcome," Sherman said, looking to the side.
"You still feel guilty."
Sherman nodded.
Dustu then looked at Adsila and said to her, "Will you comfort him?"
Adsila nodded.
Dustu nodded back as Adsila held Sherman's hand.
"Do you think I was too hard on him?" Mr. Peabody asked, as Sherman sat with Adsila just a few feet in front of them.
"If you mean aiming the anger inside you toward your son," Dustu began, "then yes."
"I don't usually have that nasty of a temper; I'm more calm and careful with my words. I would never deliberately scream in his face like that, let alone tell him that finding Adsila didn't make up for disobeying and talking back to me."
"That's not a bad reason to punish your child. Good intentions never excuse ignorant actions."
"That's what you told Adsila, isn't it?"
"No."
"But you said-"
"I said we talked, but the conversation we had wasn't how you envisioned it."
"What did you say?"
"I told her that while I was disappointed she left without my knowledge, I was more glad that she was safe."
"And she will stay by your side at all times?"
"She will let me know where she is going before she goes."
"How did she take it?"
"She took it well, but the fear in her eyes after seeing your anger was still present."
"I'm terribly sorry she had to see that."
"You should give your apologies to her and my sons."
"How many children have you had, exactly?"
"After becoming a man, I've had 7 children. Mohe, Oukonunaka, Salali, Waya, Sequoyah, Galegenoh, and Adsila."
"Salali is feminine; you have another daughter?"
"I did; she died after giving birth to her child."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"Your child is your most precious possession as are my children."
"I know; I just can believe that I've had him for 7 years and yet I'm still learning how to be a good parent."
"Making mistakes is part of learning, even when it comes to being father."
While Mr. Peabody and Dustu continued talking, Sherman was starting to feel much better after talking to Adsila about her life up to this point and how her brother are always looking out for her.
"Then what happened?" Sherman asked, as she was telling a story.
"Then Waya came in and tackled the horse to the ground just before it could step on me."
"He must be really strong to bring the horse down like that."
"Well, he was named after the wolf and has the energy of a pack."
"Wow, cool."
"Then Oukonunaka had to pull Waya off before he broke one of the horses legs as Mohe took me back to father."
"I wish I had brothers like that."
"They're a gift from mother-" *holds monarch butterfly* "-as is this."
"I'd like to meet your Mom; where is she anyway?"
"She died after I came out of the womb."
"Oh...I'm sorry to here that."
"Don't worry, she watches me grow up in spirit."
"That's good to know."
"What about your mother? Is she back home?"
"I don't have a Mom. In fact, I don't even know my real parents. Mr. Peabody just found me and took me in when no one else wanted."
"He has taken care of you all this time?"
"Well, yeah; he gives me plenty to eat, clean clothes, a nice bed; all the stuff a parent would do."
"Then why do you call him Mr. Peabody instead of father?"
"Well, he doesn't really like being called Dad. He prefers Mr. Peabody or just Peabody."
"I'm confused; he's clearly your father, yet he doesn't like being called that?"
"I don't get it either but that's the way it is. Maybe someday he'll-"
Just then they heard the sound of the rooster crowing; as the echo spread throughout the village, everyone started grabbing everything they could in a hurry.
"It's time to leave," Adsila said, helping Sherman up.
"I don't get it," Sherman said, "what's stopping everyone from staying right where they-"
Just then, Sherman saw Dustu talking to a soldier with a gun in his hand. He and Adsila walked over to investigate as Mr. Peabody held Sherman's hand.
"We need a little more time," Dustu said to the soldier, "we're not ready yet."
"You were told," the soldier began, "to be ready before the rooster crowed at the crack of dawn. Anything you forgot to pack gets left behind, no exceptions."
"Not all of our tipis are down yet, if we could just-"
"Look, I don't know if it's been made clear, but this is not your land anymore! You're leaving now-" *points gun at Dustu* "-unless you want to be stay and be buried in the dirt you stand on."
Adsila hugged her father as he held her; Sherman was about to say something, but Mr. Peabody signaled him to keep his mouth shut.
"I understand," Dustu said, "We'll leave immediately."
"That's what I thought," the soldier said, holding back his gun, "I'll let the General know we're ready to move out."
Before the soldier marched off, he took a glance at Mr. Peabody and Sherman and asked, "What are you two doing here?"
"Learning," Mr. Peabody said, "I'm showing my boy what happens after the Cherokee leave their home. I am Mr. Peabody and this is my boy, Sherman."
"Private Randal Merlin, Jr., and after learning I live in the same country as this subspecies, nothing surprises me."
"You're rude," Sherman said to him.
The soldier and Sherman shared glares at each other before, "Just don't get too attached to any of them."
As the soldier then marched to the General on the other side of the village, Sherman commented, "Well that was mean; I mean, who does he think he is?"
"He sees himself above my people," Dustu said, putting Adsila on the horse as he followed, "as do many white men."
"So, we're really going to leave."
"My people must go; you don't have to come with us."
"But I want to."
"If you do follow us, you must be warned; the journey ahead will have many perils. Nature will not be kind to us, many of us won't make it, and the ones that do will never be the same."
"I did say I wanted to learn about the journey."
"And learn you shall."
Dustu then called for the villagers to move out as he rod his horse out of the village. The village followed suit as they hauled their supplies via cattle and carriages. Once out of the village, they all marched beside the soldiers outside the other side the town and onto the path exiting to the Appalachians.
"Well, c'mon Mr. Peabody," Sherman said about to follow them, "we got to keep up."
Mr. Peabody pulled out the remote to the WABAC and set it to follow before tagging along with Sherman on the journey. As they caught up with the villagers, they took a glance back and saw soldiers ransack what was left of the Cherokee home.
"Hey, what gives?" Sherman asked, annoyed, "Why are they doing that?"
"Remember Sherman," Mr. Peabody began, "this is a different time."
"I know, a time where people were jerks to Indians and their homes; how long is this trip again?"
"Roughly 4-6 months at the pace we're going."
"Why is it so long?"
"You'll see, Sherman; you'll see."
Sherman then heard his stomach growl and said to Mr. Peabody, "I'm hungry."
"Well then," Mr. Peabody said, taking out his remote, "let's take care of that, shall we? Will it be granola, a ham sandwich or-"
"Oh wait, that's right! Adsila has a basket full of peaches!"
Sherman was about to dart off to find Adsila, but Mr. Peabody grabbed his hand and haunted him to a stop.
"Do you even know where she is, Sherman?" Mr. Peabody asked.
"With her Dad," Sherman replied.
"I asked where, not who she's with?"
"Oh, well...she should be up ahead."
"Well then, we best to catch up."
Sherman was about to race up but Mr. Peabody gripped his hand tight enough so he didn't pull away.
"Umm, Mr. Peabody," he said, "you can let go now."
"Actually Sherman, I can't," Mr. Peabody said sternly.
"What do you mean you can't? Is there glue on your paw or something?"
"...I don't want you out of my sights again."
"Okay, but can you let go, I'm not going to get lost again."
"I wish I could believe that, given we're surrounded by all these people who are constantly moving forward and show no sign of stopping until nightfall."
"So you're just going to hold my hand until it's dark?"
"If it means not losing you again, yes."
"You're so para-"
"Watch your words, Sherman; I'm still the parent and you're still grounded. Unless you want to go home right now, I suggest you do as you're told from now on."
Sherman frowned as he walked with Mr. Peabody to find Dustu and Adsila. They scurried through the crowd of Cherokee as they checked almost every horse and face.
"Why not we ask each other trivial questions?" Mr. Peabody suggested, "I'll start. Who was the President at this time?"
"I'm not sure," Sherman said, simply.
"This should be an easy one, Sherman. First there was Washington, then Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, Quincy Adams, Jackson and..."
"I don't know...some bald headed, old man?"
"Martin Van Buren, Sherman. I'm surprised, I thought I taught you how to memorize the Presidents."
"You did?" Sherman asked.
"Yes," Mr. Peabody replied, "it was through flash cards when you were 2."
"Oh, flash cards; what happened to those anyway?"
"They should be in your closet in a small white box."
"Wait, that's what was in that box?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well...remember last week you asked me to clean out my closet?"
"...It's fine, I'll just buy new ones; in any case, your turn."
"Okay; who else beside the Cherokee were forced to relocate?"
"The Seminole, Choctaw, Muscogee, and Chickasaw of course."
"Really?"
"Yes, Sherman."
Mr. Peabody was about to get started on the next question when Sherman looked up and saw Dustu's back just a few feet in front of them.
"Hey," Sherman pointed, "I see Dustu."
"Oh, will you look at that?" Mr. Peabody commented.
"Come on, let's grab a peach from-" *tugs on arm* "-Mr. Peabody, come on."
"I'll lead, Sherman."
Sherman frowned as he walked with Mr. Peabody to meet up with Dustu and Adsila. When they were walking side by side, Dustu looked at Sherman and sighed.
"Is it necessary hold his hand, Mr. Peabody?" Dustu asked.
"Yes," Mr. Peabody replied, "that way he won't run off and get lost again."
"You don't trust your son."
"Now even you know trust is earned."
"I understand, but I would advise you give him a chance to regain your trust."
"I'll keep that in mind, thank you."
"Can I have a peach, please?" Sherman asked.
Adsila took a peach from her basket and gave it to Sherman. He took a bite and nodded in satisfaction as peach juice drenched his face.
"This is great," Sherman said after he swallowed.
"You really like it?" Adsila asked, smiling.
"Yeah, it's wet and warm, just like you on the inside."
"What?" Mr. Peabody asked, eyes widened.
"Oh yeah," Sherman began, "I forgot to tell you; Adsila let me stick my tail inside her. You know like how parents make babies; but don't worry, I pulled out before that happened. It was actually pretty fun; well apart from Adsila getting hurt a little, but she find."
Upon hearing this, Dustu's eyes widened as he fell off his horse and onto the ground. Adsila gasped as Galegenoh held the horse steady; Sequoyah and Waya then helped their father up as Adsila climbed off the horse (with Galegenoh's help).
"What happened?" Sherman asked.
"You had sex with his daughter," Mr. Peabody said, raising his voice, "that's what happened!"
"What's the big deal? I said I pulled out, it's not like she's pregnant or something."
"That's not the point, you took her virginity without his blessing!"
"Her what?"
"I'll explain when we get back home; right now, you owe Dustu an apology!"
Mr. Peabody tugged Sherman to Dustu, who was still speechless and in shock as he was held up by two of his sons. Sherman's heart was pounding, afraid of how the old Cherokee man would react if he said anything. Mr. Peabody nudged him forward and glared at him from behind, waiting for Sherman to apologize.
"Ummm..." Sherman began, "I'm sorry...for having sex with Adsila."
"...There's no need to apologize, young one," Dustu replied.
"So, you're not mad?"
"I'm not angry, but I'm not proud at the moment either."
"I'm confused."
"My daughter losing her virginity is-"
"HEY!" Randal shouted, walking up with his gun ready, "What are you doing standing around?! Keep moving!"
"He fell!" Sherman barked at him, "Cut him some-"
"SHUT UP!!"
"You shut up!"
"Sherman!" Mr. Peabody exclaimed.
"You better watch that boy of yours," Randal said to Mr. Peabody.
"Oh yeah," Sherman began, walking up to him, "well you better learn to respect these people. Seriously, what did they ever do to you?"
"Sherman!" Mr. Peabody said, holding him back, "Stop instigating him!"
"LISTEN!!!" the soldier screamed, "If you all don't start moving right now, I will shoot the hell out of everyone of you! IS THAT CLEAR??!!!"
Sherman wanted to say something, but Mr. Peabody covered his mouth as Dustu said, "We understand."
"Good," Randal said, "now get moving while you still have legs-" *to Sherman* "-and to answer your question, they're land hogs. They want to keep the land all to themselves while we cram up the coast. Like I said, don't get too attached."
Randal stood by as Dustu was walked back to his horse and Mr. Peabody carried Sherman away from the soldier. As Dustu helped Adsila on his horse and he followed, Sherman looked back at Randal and glared at him in anger. They all kept moving forward as Randal followed closely behind.
"I hate that guy," Sherman grumbled.
"You wish to kill him?" Dustu asked.
"Well...I don't know, maybe."
"To truly hate someone is to wish for their death."
"What's his problem anyway?"
"He's one of those men, Sherman," Mr. Peabody replied.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he hates people based on what they are and not who they are."
"Oh, I know how that feels."
"Fortunately, he won't do any harm to the Cherokee without being arrested, so he's just hot air for now."
There was a moment of silence, then Dustu said, "It's a right of passage."
"Huh?" Sherman asked.
"My daughter giving up her virginity; that's when she becomes a woman."
"So she's a woman now? I don't get it."
"She will make her own decisions for the rest of her life."
"But, she's still a kid."
"Yes, she is still young; but what's done is done. I will only help her if she asks."
Sherman then looked at Adsila as tears dripped on the basket of peaches.
"Adsila, what's wrong?" Sherman asked.
Dustu then turned her around and let her cry into his chest, telling her that it's okay. Sherman just bowed his head as he took another bite out of his peach. He then lifted his head a bit when he heard Dustu hum a song to Adsila. After a moment, she wiped her face and faced forward.
"Adsila?" Sherman began.
She just looked at Sherman for a moment before facing forward.
"I think you two need some space," Mr. Peabody said, backing up with Sherman.
"Wait, why?" Sherman asked, confused, "What did I do?"
"Just give her space, Sherman."
"But what did I-"
"You didn't do anything, Sherman! She just has a lot going on in her mind right now, and needs to think."
"I want to hear what it from her."
"Sherman, I don't think you should do that."
"But Mr. Peabody-"
"You're one smart remark away from being dragged back home and locked in your room, young man! If you wish to test my patience, by all means try me!"
They both shared glares before Sherman let Mr. Peabody lead next to a wagon a few feet behind Dustu and Adsila. Sherman frowned as he walked next to a Cherokee man pulling the wagon on horse back. He looked up and saw that the man had a striking resemblance to Dustu, albeit younger.
"Are you Sherman?" the man asked.
"Uh, yeah," Sherman replied, removing his frown.
The man reached down and shook his hand as he said, "Thank you for finding Adsila, my sister, and bringing her home safe."
"You're welcome; you must be her older brother."
"Mohe, the oldest son of our chief."
"Nice to meet you-" *points to Mr. Peabody* "-this is Mr. Peabody."
"Charmed," he said to Mohe.
"So what I've been told is true: the dog does speak."
"Naturally."
"So," Sherman continued, "Dustu's a chief?"
"Of course," Mohe said.
"He doesn't look like one. Shouldn't he have a big hat full of feathers?"
"Sherman, manners," Mr. Peabody said to him.
"It's quite alright, Mr. Peabody," Mohe said, "The boy is young and he has so much to learn. A chief is not respected by his dress, but by his actions."
"Actions, like what?"
"After inheriting to title from his father, Dustu expanded our tribe, help find fresh water during a drought some time ago, and made sure we had plenty of produce to feast on. He even taught the children about responsibility, respect, and reason so that they grew up to be good men and women."
"Wow, that's amazing!"
"Yes it is, and I couldn't be more grateful to be his son."
Sherman was about to say something, but he suddenly heard children laughing in the wagon.
"Are there kids in the wagon?" Sherman asked.
"Of course," Mohe said, "my two daughters, baby boy, and my pregnant wife are all in the wagon. Why not hop in and meet them all?"
Mohe halted the horse for a moment so Mr. Peabody and Sherman could climb on. As they took their seats across from Mohe's family, they smiled as they saw two girls tickling each other while a pregnant woman rocks a baby in her arm as it sleeps. They were about to greet each other when they saw a shadow approaching Mohe with a gun in hand. Sherman recognized the figure and clenched his fist in rage.
"What the hell's the hold up?" Randal asked.
"I was just letting travelers into the wagon," Mohe replied.
"You don't think you could've waited until we stopped to do that. You're wasting our time when you pick up random strangers."
"I meant no disrespect."
"Just keep moving or I'll throw you in the wagon and ride the damn horse myself!"
As Randal turned away, Sherman growled as his shadow passed by him. Mohe made the horse move forward while the wagon was silent for a moment.
"Well," Mr. Peabody began, breaking the silence, "now that that's over with, perhaps we should introduce ourselves."
"Oh I know who you are," the pregnant woman said, "you are Mr. Peabody, the dog who speaks."
"Naturally."
"And the boy with hair of fire is your son, Sherman."
"That is correct, yes."
"I am Leotie-" *looks at her sleeping baby* "-this is Adahy, he was just born last spring."
"Aww, he's cute! Isn't he cute, Sherman?"
Sherman glanced at the baby for a second and simply said, "Adorable."
"You must forgive him," Mr. Peabody said to Leotie, "he's not in a very good mood."
"I understand," she said.
The shortest of the little girls approached Sherman and started rubbing his hair while the other followed.
"Can you not?" Sherman asked, irritated.
"That's Tayanita," Leotie said, "she thinks your hair is fire."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Tayanita, but my hair is not made of fire."
"Tayanita," the oldest girl said, picking her up, "no."
"That's my oldest child, Hialeah," Leotie said, "she is so young, yet acts so grown up. She will definitely be a good mother one day."
Tayanita squirmed out of Hialeah's arms and went back to rub Sherman's hair again.
"Didn't I ask you to stop?" Sherman asked annoyed.
"Pretty," she said before being pulled away by Hialeah.
As she was being pulled away, Tayanita grabbed a bit of Sherman's hair and yanked it before being forced to let go and sit down.
"Ow!" Sherman shouted, rubbing his head.
"Remember, Sherman," Mr. Peabody said, "she's only a child."
"Pretty," Tayanita said as she got back up.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Sherman yelled at the little girl.
Immediately after that outburst, Adahy woke up and started balling as Tayanita burst into tears. Leotie hushed her baby and let Tayanita cry in her side as Hialeah glared at Sherman in disgust.
"Mohe," Mr. Peabody called, "we'll be getting off here."
"I can't stop," Mohe called back, "I'll be slowing down the march."
"That solider is nothing but nasty words and empty threats; he's not aloud to do any harm to you or else he'll be arrested. Now please, let us off."
"<sigh> If you say so."
Mohe stopped the wagon as Mr. Peabody pulled Sherman out of the wagon and onto the grass.
"Disrespectful," Mr. Peabody said to him, "absolutely disrespectful what you did Sherman."
"I'm disrespectful?!" Sherman asked, raising his voice, "She pulled my hair and I'm disrespectful!"
"First off, she's a child, no older than 2. Second, you have no right to take that tone with me, young man. We're leaving right now and you're-"
Just then, Randal came up and shouted at Mohe, "HEY! What did I just tell you, you bastard?!"
"I was letting these two go their way," Mohe replied, "that's all."
"Get off the horse-" *holds gun to Mohe* "-and get in the wagon."
"No."
"What?!"
"You do not threaten me nor can you do any harm to me or my family."
"You actually don't think I'll shoot you?"
"You have no right to-"
Randal then pulled the trigger and shot Mohe in the arm; time slowed to a crawl as the Cherokee man fell to the ground. Sherman screamed in rage and tried to attack Randal, but Mr. Peabody held him back.
"LET ME GO!!" Sherman yelled, "HE SHOT HIM, LET ME GO!!"
"Sherman, stop it!" Mr. Peabody ordered, "There's nothing you can do!"
As Sherman yelled his head off, Randal picked up the wounded Cherokee and threw him in the wagon before mounting the horse.
"So, you guys are really going to leave?" Randal asked.
"I HATE YOU!!" Sherman shouted before Mr. Peabody covered his mouth.
"He's injured," Mr. Peabody said, "he needs to be treated."
"Why do you care what happens to him?"
"Because...it's my fault he's hurt; he's my responsibility."
"<sigh> Just get in the damn wagon before I change my mind."
Mr. Peabody kept Sherman's mouth covered as they entered the wagon. Once in the wagon, Mr. Peabody lifted his hand from Sherman's mouth, who did not hesitate to yell at Randal.
"YOU HEARTLESS JERK!!" he screamed, "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! HE WAS TRYING TO HELP AND YOU SHOT HIM, FOR WHAT?! JUST BECAUSE HE'S DIFFERENT?! YOU SUCK! DO YOU HEAR ME?! YOU SUCK!!"
"Be grateful I didn't kill that son of a bitch, boy," Randal retorted.
"You listen and you listen good; if it's the last thing I do, I'll-"
"THAT'S ENOUGH, SHERMAN!" Mr. Peabody shouted at his son.
"But he-" Sherman began.
"I know what he did, but yelling at him isn't helping. Sit in the back and don't move until I tell you."
"But-"
"GO, NOW SHERMAN!!"
Sherman growled as he sat in the back of the wagon while Mr. Peabody settled Mohe upright. Sherman then took a long look at Mohe and his family; his face went from anger to despair as he say tears in all their eyes. Hialeah and Tayanita were crying by their mother's side as Adahy was wailing in her arm. Leotie had tears trickle down her face as she saw Mohe in so much pain.
"I need something sharp," Mr. Peabody said.
Mohe cringed as he took his knife from the other side of his pants and gave it to Mr. Peabody. Mohe and Leotie held hands as Mr. Peabody inserted the tip of the knife into the wound. After a moment of cringing, Mohe sighed in relief as the bullet was taken out of his arm. Mr. Peabody then took off his shirt and tied it around Mohe's arm, covering the bloody wound.
"That should do for now," Mr. Peabody said, wiping the blood from his paws, "I'm so sorry, Mohe; I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Don't blame yourself, Mr. Peabody," Mohe said, "I should've kept moving as soon as you two were off."
"But Sherman and I arguing distracted you, didn't it?"
"You clearly love your son, but you get frustrated when he doesn't understand. I know it's not my place to tell you how to raise him, but may I suggest not countering his anger with your own?"
"I'll try."
"Good."
Mr. Peabody then helped Mohe sit beside his wife and children as Sherman sat quietly in the back. The rest of the day was very uneventful from that point on; Mohe's family stayed by his side, Mr. Peabody sat across from him and Sherman was as silent as he could me. They were treated to food that was in the wagon during midday and later that evening and had some interesting conversations as well; but for the most part, it was just a quiet ride.
That night, Sherman was wide awake while everyone was asleep. He looked at Mohe and his family as they slept soundly while Mr. Peabody sat by his side. He sighed as he got up and walked to the front of the wagon. When he went to take a look outside, he almost instantly made eye contact with Adsila.
"What are you doing here?" Sherman asked.
"I came to see if Mohe was okay," she replied.
"How did-"
"Oukonunaka saw the soldier pulling the wagon and not Mohe during midday. He told father and I wanted to see him."
"But you had to wait until night, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, but before we wake him up, I just want to say I'm sorry about earlier."
"What do you mean?"
"When I accidentally told your Dad we had sex and you weren't ready yet to lose your virginity."
"It's okay, Sherman. Father said I needed breasts first before I could bare a child."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Cool."
Sherman helped Adsila into the wagon and when she saw Mohe's arm, she gasped in shock.
"What happened to him?" she asked.
"Randal shot him," Sherman replied.
"What? How could he do such a thing?"
"Because he's a jerk."
"I need to tell father."
She was about to leave, but then Sherman saw someone coming to the wagon and pulled her to the back. They sat quietly as Randal stepped into the wagon and looked around.
"Stay here," Sherman told Adsila as he got up.
When Sherman made eye contact with the soldier, Randal asked, "Can't sleep boy?"
"What do you want?" Sherman asked, frowning.
"I have my orders to check on these clay faced bastards."
"I'm gonna kick your butt for what you did to Mohe."
"Who?"
"Why you-"
"Sleep tight, boy."
After Randal left, Sherman sat next to Adsila with his arms crossed.
"Why are you angry, Sherman?" she asked.
"Because," Sherman began, "I'm in a time where men like him are jerks to other people because they're different."
"Father said men like him don't matter in our lives; but the ones we care deeply about make life admirable."
Sherman smiled and Adsila smiled back as she leaned in close to his face. Sherman backed up a bit before Adsila locked lips with him. Sherman's eyes widen as she kissed him; he then smiled as he kissed back and rubbed the back of her head.
"I want to have sex again," Adsila said upon realise, "this time, don't pull out."
"Okay," Sherman said, pulling his pants down.
Adsila then gripped Sherman's dick and jerked it off until it got stiff. She then lifted her dress and lowered her pussy onto his dick; slowly shoving it in all the way. She covered her mouth to prevent her faint cry from echoing the wagon.
She panted as she rode his dick with his hands on her back. She moaned as softly as she could while Sherman kept his mouth closed. Their eyes focused on each other, ignoring the world around them as they made love.
Sherman could feel his semen building up in his balls, ready to shoot into Adsila's pussy at any moment. He wanted to say he was about to come, but he didn't want to blurt it out on accident. Sherman just kept grunting inside his mouth, and closed his eyes as he began spewing his semen inside her.
Adsila shuddered as his warm semen filled her insides; she then leaned in and locked lips with Sherman while at the same time, hugging him. She then released herself from his face and snuggled by his side before eventually dozing off. Sherman smiled as she rubbed her head and sat quietly for a moment.
He then gasped when he saw Mr. Peabody in front of him; Mr. Peabody shushed him quietly as he placed a blanket on the two of them. They shared smiles before Mr. Peabody went back to sleep and Sherman dozed off into his dreams.
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