What'sa matter? You afraid I'll get too friendly if I find out you've been pleasurin' Comanches?"
Struggling to stay calm, she said, "You're a smart man. I heard you and your men talking. You were hired to captives, not abuse them. Touch one of us, and it'll be the mistake of your life. We haven't been pleasuring anyone. And if we end up pleasuring you, I guarantee you'll hang for it."
He didn't bluff easily. Running his fingers under the string of rawhide that encircled her neck, he lifted Hunter's medallion from under her blouse and studied the carved stone. "Appears to me like you hooked up with a chief, honey." He smiled and returned the medallion to its former resting place, trailing his fingers under her blouse, his eyes holding hers. Her skin crawled where his grimy knuckles touched. "A Comanche don't wear a wolf sign unless he's somebody important. The wolf is sacred to 'em, their brother. No woman would have a medallion like that unless her man marked her with it."
"No filthy Injun has put his hands on me," Loretta retorted. The words ached in her throat, making her feel disloyal to Hunter. What if he was out there, hiding, listening? "One of the warriors put the medallion on me before he left on a hunting trip. Since it seemed to prevent the others from touching me or my little cousin, I continued to wear it."
He grinned and rocked back on his heels. "Where you from?"
"A farm along the Brazos."
"Fort Belknap anyplace close?"
"Within a few hours' ride." Loretta sat up and glanced over her shoulder, praying Amy was all right. "Is that where you'll take us?"
"I reckon so. Unless somethin' happens to you along the trail. That'd be a shame, wouldn't it? But then, dead women, they don't tell stories."
"Neither do they bring reward money.
Struggling to stay calm, she said, "You're a smart man. I heard you and your men talking. You were hired to captives, not abuse them. Touch one of us, and it'll be the mistake of your life. We haven't been pleasuring anyone. And if we end up pleasuring you, I guarantee you'll hang for it."
He didn't bluff easily. Running his fingers under the string of rawhide that encircled her neck, he lifted Hunter's medallion from under her blouse and studied the carved stone. "Appears to me like you hooked up with a chief, honey." He smiled and returned the medallion to its former resting place, trailing his fingers under her blouse, his eyes holding hers. Her skin crawled where his grimy knuckles touched. "A Comanche don't wear a wolf sign unless he's somebody important. The wolf is sacred to 'em, their brother. No woman would have a medallion like that unless her man marked her with it."
"No filthy Injun has put his hands on me," Loretta retorted. The words ached in her throat, making her feel disloyal to Hunter. What if he was out there, hiding, listening? "One of the warriors put the medallion on me before he left on a hunting trip. Since it seemed to prevent the others from touching me or my little cousin, I continued to wear it."
He grinned and rocked back on his heels. "Where you from?"
"A farm along the Brazos."
"Fort Belknap anyplace close?"
"Within a few hours' ride." Loretta sat up and glanced over her shoulder, praying Amy was all right. "Is that where you'll take us?"
"I reckon so. Unless somethin' happens to you along the trail. That'd be a shame, wouldn't it? But then, dead women, they don't tell stories."
"Neither do they bring reward money.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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