Cheyenne Song by Georgina Gentry

Author:Georgina Gentry [Gentry, Georgina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2014-08-26T16:00:00+00:00

Two Arrows was only too conscious of the softness of the woman pressing against his back. He should be thinking of his people and his next action, but all he was conscious of was the feel of Glory’s breasts against him, the warmth of her small arms around his waist. He ought to take this woman, satisfy the hunger that had been building in him since the very first time he had seen her. It would be a good joke on the rich lieutenant to return his woman with her belly swollen big with Two Arrows’s son. And then he faced the truth; he did not want to return her at all, not even when her use as a hostage was ended. He wanted her to warm his blankets forever. Of course, that was impossible. How she would laugh if she knew that!

In the late afternoon, way up ahead, he saw an old woman stumble and fall by the trail. The column kept moving, passing her by. Nothing must delay them; to do so increased the threat of the soldiers catching them and then all might die.

“Two Arrows,” Glory protested as they rode abreast of the old woman, “can’t we do something? We can’t just leave her.”

He didn’t want to leave the woman, either, but it was evident the old one was dying anyway, and the march could not be delayed. “It is the way of things, Proud One. She would be the first to protest us stopping the people, knowing we have to stay ahead of the soldiers.”

“No, we must help her!”

He reined in and dismounted, looking up at Glory with new appreciation. “You have a good heart; as good as any Cheyenne girl. All right, I’ll see what we can do.” He took his canteen from the saddle, motioned the others to keep riding, then knelt next to the old woman. “Can you not make it a few more miles, Grandmother? Then we will eat and rest.”

The old one reached one trembling hand to place on his arm. “My time is near; I know. I will not delay the people.”

He held the canteen to her lips, and she drank eagerly. “Perhaps it is not your time yet. Here, you can ride my horse a while. I can walk.”

“It is not fitting that a great warrior such as Two Arrows walk while I ride.”

A great warrior. He had won the respect he had hungered for. “Let me decide what is fitting, Grandmother.”

“Will the white girl mind?” She looked up at him, wrinkled and frail as a brown leaf whirling in the autumn wind.

“She is of good heart, old one, she will not mind.” He helped the old woman to her feet and assisted her onto the paint. Glory held the old woman before her.

Two Arrows grinned up at Glory and turned back onto the trail, leading the horse. His heart felt good now; he had not wanted to leave the old woman behind.

Finally, in late afternoon, the straggly column stopped to rest in the lee of some low sand hills that shielded them from the wind.

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