We walk backward in our footsteps, eh? Maybe you will walk forward a new way when we reach your wooden walls. You could be a little bit happy as my woman, no?"
Loretta fixed her eyes on the horizon ahead of them. They were only a day and a half's ride from her home. A day and a half from real clothes, a chance to wash her hair, to eat her own kind of food. Yes, he had been kind to her. As reluctant as she was to admit it, she'd even come to like him a little. But not enough to belong to him. Never that.
"To be happy, I must be at my wooden walls," she said shakily. "That's my home and where my people are."
There was only tonight and tomorrow night to get through, and then she'd be home. It was almost finished.
Loretta fixed her eyes on the horizon ahead of them. They were only a day and a half's ride from her home. A day and a half from real clothes, a chance to wash her hair, to eat her own kind of food. Yes, he had been kind to her. As reluctant as she was to admit it, she'd even come to like him a little. But not enough to belong to him. Never that.
"To be happy, I must be at my wooden walls," she said shakily. "That's my home and where my people are."
There was only tonight and tomorrow night to get through, and then she'd be home. It was almost finished.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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