This Blue Coat's woman?" he demanded, gesturing toward Lily. Caleb shook his head. "She's her own woman. Just ask her." Lily's heart was jammed into her throat. She had an urge to go for the rifle again, but this time it was Caleb she wanted to shoot. "He lies," she said quickly, trying to make sign language. "I am too his woman!" The Indian looked back at his followers, and they all laughed. Lily thought she saw a hint of a grin curve Caleb's lips as well but decided she must have imagined it. "You trade woman for two horses?" Caleb lifted one hand to his chin, considering. "Maybe. I've got to be honest with you. She's a lot of trouble, this woman." Lily's terror was exceeded only by her wrath. "Caleb!" The Indian squinted at Lily and then made an abrupt, peevish gesture with the fingers of one hand. "He wants you to get down from the buggy so he can have a good look at you," Caleb said quietly. "I don't care what he wants," Lily replied, folding her trembling hands in her lap and squaring her shoulders. The Indian shouted something. "He's losing his patience," Caleb warned, quite unnecessarily. Lily scrambled down from the buggy and stood a few feet from it while the Indian rode around her several times on his pony, making thoughtful grunting noises. Annoyance was beginning to overrule Lily's better judgment. "This is my land," she blurted out all of a sudden, "and I'm inviting you and your friends to get off it! Right now!" The Indian reined in his pony, staring at Lily in amazement. "You heard me!" she said, advancing on him, her hands poised on her hips. At that, Caleb came up behind her, and his arms closed around her like the sides of a giant manacle. His breath rushed past her ear. "Shut up!" Lily subsided, watching rage gather in the Indians' faces like clouds in a stormy sky. "Caleb," she said, "you've got to save me." "Save you? If they raise their offer to three horses, you'll be braiding your hair and wearing buckskin by nightfall." The Indians were consulting with one another, casting occasional measuring glances in Lily's direction. She was feeling desperate again. "All right, then, but remember, if I go, your child goes with me." "You said you were bleeding." Lily's face colored. "You needn't be so explicit. And I lied." "Two horses," Caleb bid in a cheerful, ringing voice. The Indians looked interested. "I'll marry you!" Lily added breathlessly. "Promise?" "I promise." "When?" "At Christmas." "Not good enough." "Next month, then." "Today." Lily assessed the Indians again, imagined herself carrying firewood for miles, doing wash in a stream, battling fleas in a tepee, being dragged to a pallet by a brave. "Today," Lily conceded. The man in the best calico shirt rode forward again. "No trade," he said angrily. "Blue Coat right-woman much trouble!" Caleb laughed. "Much, much trouble," he agreed. "This Indian land," the savage further insisted. With that, he gave a blood-curdling shriek, and he and his friends bolted off toward the hillside again. Lily turned to face Caleb. "I lied," she said bluntly. "I have no intention of marrying you." He brought his nose within an inch of hers. "You're going back on your word?" "Yes," Lily answered, turning away to climb back into the buggy. "I was trying to save myself. I would have said anything." Caleb caught her by the arm and wrenched her around to face him. "And there's no baby?" Lily lowered her eyes. "There's no baby." "I should have taken the two horses when they were offered to me," Caleb grumbled, practically hurling her into the buggy. Lily
( Linda Lael Miller )
[ Lily and the Major ]
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