I have tried everything, Father. I've been kind to her. I've promised my strong arm will be hers forever into the horizon, until I am dust in the wind. And I've tried bargaining with her."
"What bargains?"
Hunter shot a wary glance toward the shadows, where his mother sat listening. "After my mother left the lodge, I said that perhaps I would be a tired Comanche when the moon rose if she were to eat and drink."
"And if she didn't, and you were not tired?" Many Horses' dark eyes filled with laughter. He too shot a glance into the shadows. "The bargain did not please her?"
Hunter shook his head.
"Perhaps she is not the right woman," Many Horses said softly.
"She is the woman. I am certain of that."
"Has a spirit voice come to you during a dream?"
"No, my father." Studying the flames, Hunter grew thoughtful. "No man has a more abiding hatred for the than I. You know this is so. My heart burned with anger when I went to collect the yellow-hair. I wanted to kill her."
Woman with Many Robes leaned forward, her features dancing in the firelight. Hunter met her gaze. She was a woman with much wisdom. She observed the customs and seldom interrupted when men were speaking, but on those occasions when she did, only a stupid man ignored what she had to say.
He waited to see if she meant to share her thoughts. When she remained silent, he cleared his throat, which was afire from the pipe, and continued. "Now, I would not kill her. She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind. She saved my life." He quickly related the tale about the rattlesnake and how she had broken her silence to warn him. "You would prefer that she live for always away from you?"
Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.
"What bargains?"
Hunter shot a wary glance toward the shadows, where his mother sat listening. "After my mother left the lodge, I said that perhaps I would be a tired Comanche when the moon rose if she were to eat and drink."
"And if she didn't, and you were not tired?" Many Horses' dark eyes filled with laughter. He too shot a glance into the shadows. "The bargain did not please her?"
Hunter shook his head.
"Perhaps she is not the right woman," Many Horses said softly.
"She is the woman. I am certain of that."
"Has a spirit voice come to you during a dream?"
"No, my father." Studying the flames, Hunter grew thoughtful. "No man has a more abiding hatred for the than I. You know this is so. My heart burned with anger when I went to collect the yellow-hair. I wanted to kill her."
Woman with Many Robes leaned forward, her features dancing in the firelight. Hunter met her gaze. She was a woman with much wisdom. She observed the customs and seldom interrupted when men were speaking, but on those occasions when she did, only a stupid man ignored what she had to say.
He waited to see if she meant to share her thoughts. When she remained silent, he cleared his throat, which was afire from the pipe, and continued. "Now, I would not kill her. She has touched me. My hatred for her has gone the way of the wind. She saved my life." He quickly related the tale about the rattlesnake and how she had broken her silence to warn him. "You would prefer that she live for always away from you?"
Hunter's gut contracted. In that instant he realized how much he wanted the woman beside him. "I would prefer that my eyes never again fall upon her than to see her die.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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