Apache summer by Heather Graham

Author:Heather Graham [Graham, Heather]
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780373835416
Publisher: Lisa's E-Book Collection
Published: 2003-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

She was losing her mind. She was trying to explain things in English to an Apache savage.

"So you are the blond woman who costs so dearly," he responded in perfect English.

"You have escaped the Comancheros. You will not escape me."

She shook her head wildly.

"No! You do not understand me! Let me go.

I've a friend. He's fight behind me. He's killing that Comanchero and he's going to kill you. He"--" Shut up, Sun-Colored Woman."

"My name is Tess. Or Miss. Stuart. It's" -- "Sun-Colored Woman. That is to be your name. I am Nalte, and it will be so."

"Nalte!" she breathed. She had escaped the Comanchere to run into the arms of the very Apache who had ordered her as if she was dry goods for a mercantile store! "You--you speak English," she said.

"Yes. Now you will come."

"No! Please, listen" -- He wasn't going to listen. He grasped her wrists and drew her over his shoulders. She slammed her fists furiously against him.

"Let me go, you savage! Let me go fight now! You can't just buy a blond woman! Please ..."

But he wasn't listening to her. He was moving flcetly up the hail. He didn't seem to be running, but the trail was disappearing beneath his feet, and they were moving higher and higher into the mountains. He was ignoring her pleas.

"Bastard!" she cried in furious panic.

"Savage! Horrid, horrid savage!"

That brought him to a halt. He lifted her and slammed her down upon her knees. She tried to rise, and he pressed her down with such fury that she w~nt still. He towered over her.

"Savage? You, a white woman, would call me savage? No one knows the meaning of brutality so well as your own kind. Let me tell you, Sun-Colored Woman, what the whi~ man, the white soldier has done to us, to my people." The moon rose high, shimmering down upon him with sudden clarity. Nalte, his bronze shoulders slick and heavily muscled, walked around her.

"In 1862 your General James Carleton sent a dispatch unit through Apache Pass. Cochise and Mangas Coloradas lay in wait. There was a fierc~ battle, and Mar~gas Coloradas was seized from his horse. He was taken to Janos, but his followers told the doctors that he must be cured or their town would be destroyed. So he survived.

"Mangas Coloradas survived so that he could come a year later, under a flag of truee, to parlay with the soldiers and miners for peaee. He was seized.

Your general ordered that he have Mangas Coloradas the next morning, alive or dead. So do you know what your civilized white people did to him?

They heated their bayonets in the fire, and they burned his legs, and when he protested, they shot him for trying to escape. It was not enough. They cut off his head, and they boiled it in a large pot. Do you understand? They boiled his head. But now you would sit there, and you would tell me that I am savage?"

She wasn't sitting, she was kneeling, in exactly the position in which he had pressed her.

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