And I have blown like the wind, yes? Angry because you sleep away from me?"
"No. But I know you have every right."
"So you wait for my anger, and it does not come." He turned her in his arms and raised her chin so he could look into her eyes. "And the fear grows, until it is big like a buffalo?"
"Yes," she admitted in a quavery little voice.
Hunter sighed and pressed his cheek against the top of her head. "Ah, little one, I am sure enough a stupid man. We must make talk, yes? It was my wish to make your fear small, not big. To become your good friend, not your enemy."
"Oh, Hunter, I wish we be friends again. Remember our journey to my wooden walls? Sometimes--I think about those times, and--" She broke off and gave an exasperated groan. "I felt so close to you then, and I was so sad to say good-bye."
"And now your heart does not sing friendship for me?"
"You're my "
"I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes."
"Oh, Hunter…"
"You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend."
"I'd like to be friends again--truly I would."
"Then it will be so." He nuzzled her ear.
"No. But I know you have every right."
"So you wait for my anger, and it does not come." He turned her in his arms and raised her chin so he could look into her eyes. "And the fear grows, until it is big like a buffalo?"
"Yes," she admitted in a quavery little voice.
Hunter sighed and pressed his cheek against the top of her head. "Ah, little one, I am sure enough a stupid man. We must make talk, yes? It was my wish to make your fear small, not big. To become your good friend, not your enemy."
"Oh, Hunter, I wish we be friends again. Remember our journey to my wooden walls? Sometimes--I think about those times, and--" She broke off and gave an exasperated groan. "I felt so close to you then, and I was so sad to say good-bye."
"And now your heart does not sing friendship for me?"
"You're my "
"I wish to be your friend." He leaned back to see her face. "Can I not be both? You have stolen my heart from me, Blue Eyes."
"Oh, Hunter…"
"You will be my friend again?" he asked huskily. "We will make laughter together, yes? And you will lie beside me when we sleep, with no fear, because my hand upon you is the hand of your good friend."
"I'd like to be friends again--truly I would."
"Then it will be so." He nuzzled her ear.
( Catherine Anderson )
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