After the Indians departed, Rachel bolted from the cabin and wrapped her arms around Loretta. Woodenly she returned her aunt's embrace but kept her eyes on the cloud of dust that drifted toward the river, the Comanche's words echoing. Despite the heat, a clammy chill washed over her.You're all right, Rachel crooned. You're all right.Tightening her arms around her aunt, Loretta closed her eyes. She had stood face to face with a Comanche warrior and was still alive.
After the Indians had left, Rachel rushed out of the cabin to embrace her aunt Loretta. Although Loretta returned the hug, her attention was elsewhere, fixated on the dust cloud moving toward the river, haunted by the echoes of the Comanche's words. A sense of unease overcame her, despite the sweltering heat. Rachel reassured Loretta, expressing that she was safe at that moment.
Loretta, enveloped in Rachel's embrace, reflected on the harrowing experience of standing directly in front of a Comanche warrior and realizing she had survived. This moment underscored the intensity of their encounter and the complex emotions swirling between safety and danger in their lives.
