Make a story for me, yes? About my Loh-rhett-ah when she was small like Blackbird."
She stared at him, clearly unable to believe he meant it. He forced a yawn, and from the look that crossed her small face, he knew he hadn't been very convincing.
"You're not sleepy," she accused.
"
, no," he admitted. "I make a lie, yes? To make you easy? My heart is laid upon the ground when you are afraid. Let us be glad, eh? Make me a story."
"Hunter, I don't have a stitch of clothes on," she squeaked.
One of his dark eyebrows flicked upward. "You must have clothes to make stories?"
"No. I guess I…well, it might help me think."
He sighed and rolled onto his back, carrying her along with him in the curve of his arm. Pressing her head onto his shoulder, he made a valiant attempt to ignore the feeling of her silken flesh against his and said, "This Comanche wears breeches. will make the story.
She stared at him, clearly unable to believe he meant it. He forced a yawn, and from the look that crossed her small face, he knew he hadn't been very convincing.
"You're not sleepy," she accused.
"
, no," he admitted. "I make a lie, yes? To make you easy? My heart is laid upon the ground when you are afraid. Let us be glad, eh? Make me a story."
"Hunter, I don't have a stitch of clothes on," she squeaked.
One of his dark eyebrows flicked upward. "You must have clothes to make stories?"
"No. I guess I…well, it might help me think."
He sighed and rolled onto his back, carrying her along with him in the curve of his arm. Pressing her head onto his shoulder, he made a valiant attempt to ignore the feeling of her silken flesh against his and said, "This Comanche wears breeches. will make the story.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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