softly.
The sound of someone from a nearby tepee coughing brought Meadow back to reality. “Maybe you should go now,” she said in a hoarse tone. She cleared her throat, but not the sensuous feelings that were still surging through her body.
Black Horse nodded his head and cleared his throat gruffly, too. “ Sha , I should go.” A faint smile touched his lips as he added, “But this is only the beginning for us.” He reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
Meadow remained unmoving on the ground as Black Horse slowly rose to his feet. She did not even have to avert her eyes while he dropped the fur, quickly donned his breechcloth and scooped up the remainder of his clothes. Her attention was held captive by his tender gaze. All the doubts she had first had about him seemed to disappear and were replaced with the realization that she never wanted to hide from him again. When he backed toward the doorway to leave, there were no words that needed to be spoken; his kiss had just sealed her fate.
Chapter Six
Today had to be the most glorious day ever, Meadow decided as she stirred a pot of stew with large, succulent chunks of leftover buffalo meat. She had made corn cakes earlier while the stew was simmering, and now she was ready to prepare herself for the eve ning ahead.
As she braided her hair into one thick braid that hung down her back, Meadow relived every second of her last encounter with Black Horse. She could still feel the way his hand had caressed her face and see his loving expression as he told her that this was only the beginning for them. A wide smile settled on her lips every time she thought about seeing him again. What a difference a day could make. The way she had acted yesterday seemed so silly now, and she was grateful that she would have another chance to show him what a good wife she would be. She would prove to the entire tribe that she was the right woman for him, regardless of their prejudice against her white blood.
Although most of the men had spent the day trying to recuperate from massive hangovers, White Buffalo had found his way home shortly before the midday meal, taken a short nap and awakened after a couple of hours feeling good as new. He had then gone to Black Horse’s tepee to invite him to dinner to night, and his invitation had been accepted.
Meadow could tell that he had no idea Black Horse had spent the night with her in their tepee, and she was determined to keep this latest episode with Black Horse a secret from her father. Was it only yesterday morning that she could not have imagined keeping anything from him?
While she was sitting in the tepee braiding her hair, Meadow saw Black Horse coming out of his own lodge. She had purposely tied the door flap open so that she could watch for him. He was wearing only a breechcloth and carried a small blanket that was draped over one arm. Meadow knew he was headed down to the river to bathe again. She drew in a deep breath as she watched him approach. The attraction she felt toward the chief was something she could not deny, but it went far beyond the way he looked—with or without his clothes on. She already knew what a beautiful man he was on the outside, and she was looking forward to finding out if he was as appealing on the inside, where it really mattered.
When he walked past her tepee, Meadow noticed that he took a peek in the huge pot that was simmering over the fire pit outside. He smiled as though the contents pleased him greatly. Then, he looked toward the tepee. His smile widened when he caught sight of her through the open doorway.
“Would you care to join me at the river again today?” he asked with a sly smile and then a wink of one eye.
A gasp was Meadow’s only verbal reply as she shook her head rigorously from side to side. She hoped White Buffalo was not close by. Black Horse’s laughter reached her ears as he walked away. She was just grateful that she was sitting in the
The sound of someone from a nearby tepee coughing brought Meadow back to reality. “Maybe you should go now,” she said in a hoarse tone. She cleared her throat, but not the sensuous feelings that were still surging through her body.
Black Horse nodded his head and cleared his throat gruffly, too. “ Sha , I should go.” A faint smile touched his lips as he added, “But this is only the beginning for us.” He reached out and tenderly caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
Meadow remained unmoving on the ground as Black Horse slowly rose to his feet. She did not even have to avert her eyes while he dropped the fur, quickly donned his breechcloth and scooped up the remainder of his clothes. Her attention was held captive by his tender gaze. All the doubts she had first had about him seemed to disappear and were replaced with the realization that she never wanted to hide from him again. When he backed toward the doorway to leave, there were no words that needed to be spoken; his kiss had just sealed her fate.
Chapter Six
Today had to be the most glorious day ever, Meadow decided as she stirred a pot of stew with large, succulent chunks of leftover buffalo meat. She had made corn cakes earlier while the stew was simmering, and now she was ready to prepare herself for the eve ning ahead.
As she braided her hair into one thick braid that hung down her back, Meadow relived every second of her last encounter with Black Horse. She could still feel the way his hand had caressed her face and see his loving expression as he told her that this was only the beginning for them. A wide smile settled on her lips every time she thought about seeing him again. What a difference a day could make. The way she had acted yesterday seemed so silly now, and she was grateful that she would have another chance to show him what a good wife she would be. She would prove to the entire tribe that she was the right woman for him, regardless of their prejudice against her white blood.
Although most of the men had spent the day trying to recuperate from massive hangovers, White Buffalo had found his way home shortly before the midday meal, taken a short nap and awakened after a couple of hours feeling good as new. He had then gone to Black Horse’s tepee to invite him to dinner to night, and his invitation had been accepted.
Meadow could tell that he had no idea Black Horse had spent the night with her in their tepee, and she was determined to keep this latest episode with Black Horse a secret from her father. Was it only yesterday morning that she could not have imagined keeping anything from him?
While she was sitting in the tepee braiding her hair, Meadow saw Black Horse coming out of his own lodge. She had purposely tied the door flap open so that she could watch for him. He was wearing only a breechcloth and carried a small blanket that was draped over one arm. Meadow knew he was headed down to the river to bathe again. She drew in a deep breath as she watched him approach. The attraction she felt toward the chief was something she could not deny, but it went far beyond the way he looked—with or without his clothes on. She already knew what a beautiful man he was on the outside, and she was looking forward to finding out if he was as appealing on the inside, where it really mattered.
When he walked past her tepee, Meadow noticed that he took a peek in the huge pot that was simmering over the fire pit outside. He smiled as though the contents pleased him greatly. Then, he looked toward the tepee. His smile widened when he caught sight of her through the open doorway.
“Would you care to join me at the river again today?” he asked with a sly smile and then a wink of one eye.
A gasp was Meadow’s only verbal reply as she shook her head rigorously from side to side. She hoped White Buffalo was not close by. Black Horse’s laughter reached her ears as he walked away. She was just grateful that she was sitting in the
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