Chapter 3: A Taste of the South

Applejack landed face first into a pile of mud.

“Pth!” She spit all of it out onto a very fancily dressed man who was going by in a carriage.

Applejack looked at the man, who was fuming as he inspected the mud damage.

“Ah’m gonna die, aren’t Ah?”

“That would be safe to assume,” the man said, pulling out two twin samurai blades and swinging them down on Applejack.

Applejack grabbed a nearby Black person to use as a shield.

“Aw hell no!” The random african american she had attempted to use as her shield picked her up and threw her into a river.

“NOOO!” Screamed the wealthy white who had previously tried to slay Applejack. “You killed my wife, Blackie Chan, now I KILL YOU!”

“Bring it on, cracka!”

The resulting battled started the Civil War, but that’s not important. What is important is that Applejack was being attacked by a crocodile.

“Th’ hell! Why is ever’thin’ attacking me?”

The crocodile chose not to respond, but rather try and take a huge bite out of Applejack’s flank.

“Ah! Take this!” Applejack wound up her most powerful kick, and let it loose.

But because she was in the water, all in made was a small dent in the croc’s side.

“Well, ah’m gonna die.”

And she would have, if not for the next occurrence.

A strong arm lifted her out of the river.

“Yay! Ah’m saved!"

And then it punched her across the muzzle.

***

When Applejack awoke, she was strapped to a bed. There was a drooling Redneck looking fellow over her.

“Ah’m gonna get raped, aren't ah?”

“Yessiry bob!” The redneck said, preparing to get on with the coitus.

And then Master Chief broke in and killed the Redneck, saving Applejack from untimely rape.

“That was mighty convenient!” Applejack said. “Could you send me back to my own time?”

Master Chief nodded, and used some sort of device to teleport her back.

I don’t know! Don’t look at me like that. I’m not good at historical fiction, plus, I didn’t want to make it overly racist. So shut up.