Red Buffalo emerged from the darkness, leading his favorite war pony. Loretta and Hunter, arms looped around one another, turned to face him. When Red Buffalo reached Loretta, he grasped her hand and curled her fingers around the horse's line.
"Red Buffalo, I can't take your war pony!" This horse, she knew, was Red Buffalo's most prized possession, precision trained, his greatest edge when he rode into battle. It was a great honor he was bestowing upon her, perhaps the greatest honor a warrior could bestow on anyone, but she couldn't in good conscience accept. "Please, keep your horse."
"My cousin's fine Comanche wife must have a fine horse to carry her. You will never make it into the west lands on a scrawny, poorly trained horse."
Red Buffalo extended his hand to her. She had vowed once that she would take his hand in friendship, For a moment she hesitated. Then the last hard little knot of hatred within her disintegrated, and she placed her palm across his. Loretta knew that her mother would approve. For Loretta and Hunter, the war between their people had to end. There was no room for the past in their lives, no room for bitterness.
Red Buffalo smiled, inclined his head to Hunter, and turned to leave.
"Red Buffalo, would you give Swift Antelope a message for me? Tell him Amy hasn't forgotten her promise, that she'll wait for him."
Red Buffalo lifted his arm in farewell. "I will tell him.
"Red Buffalo, I can't take your war pony!" This horse, she knew, was Red Buffalo's most prized possession, precision trained, his greatest edge when he rode into battle. It was a great honor he was bestowing upon her, perhaps the greatest honor a warrior could bestow on anyone, but she couldn't in good conscience accept. "Please, keep your horse."
"My cousin's fine Comanche wife must have a fine horse to carry her. You will never make it into the west lands on a scrawny, poorly trained horse."
Red Buffalo extended his hand to her. She had vowed once that she would take his hand in friendship, For a moment she hesitated. Then the last hard little knot of hatred within her disintegrated, and she placed her palm across his. Loretta knew that her mother would approve. For Loretta and Hunter, the war between their people had to end. There was no room for the past in their lives, no room for bitterness.
Red Buffalo smiled, inclined his head to Hunter, and turned to leave.
"Red Buffalo, would you give Swift Antelope a message for me? Tell him Amy hasn't forgotten her promise, that she'll wait for him."
Red Buffalo lifted his arm in farewell. "I will tell him.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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