Her Cheyenne Warrior (Harlequin Historical) by Lauri Robinson

Author:Lauri Robinson [Robinson, Lauri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Historical
Published: 2016-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Each step toward the village sent Black Horse’s blood pounding harder, faster. The spirit of the future had been fully awakened inside him and yearned to produce descendants to walk upon this earth after his time had ended. It was expected he would have children, those who would take over in leading his band. Many leaders had more than one wife just for that reason.

Upon killing the buffalo for the warrior, his thoughts had focused on expectations, and consequences. Poeso had been included in those thoughts. Others had expected things because he had allowed her to stay in his lodge, and he had lied. He had told Silver Bear and the others last night he would be happy to see her go. That was wrong. He would not be happy. It was wrong for him to tell untruths, both as a man and a leader of his people. They trusted him, believed what he said, and so did she.

Hunting buffalo took much power, and at night he had needed sleep to renew it. This night, he wanted to stay awake, to enjoy the sight of Poeso, to answer her questions, to listen to the sound of her voice, which made him smile.

He should not want that, but could not deny that he did. Other things should be on his mind. His sister. Little One’s eyes had been sad when she’d told him she would make her decision to stay or leave before they moved from the hunting grounds. That had been their agreement. That the white women would remain with them while they traveled west, the same direction as California. That would end now that the hunt was over and they would turn south.

Poeso stumbled slightly, walking beside him, and he brought her closer to his side. “Careful of rabbit holes,” he said.

Her giggle was like music, how it filled his heart. She had learned much this past week. Much more than he had expected her to. Even One Who Heals had been amazed by Poeso’s grit and intelligence. The medicine woman had also shown sadness at the mention of the hunt ending, knowing as well that the white women would soon depart. Knowing Little One might leave with them caused great sorrow for the older woman, but he had seen how she no longer glared at Poeso. Only when Poeso was not looking. That made him smile.

Poeso had gained trust from many, and many would miss her when she left.

He bit the inside of his lip to keep from growling to himself. She had chosen a good name for him. Black Rabbit. He would like to find a hole and hide in it like a rabbit. Not face tomorrow. Not face tonight. Not face the people who put so much trust in him.

He could not do that, and he could not fulfill the yearning inside him. Poeso was not his woman. If he was different, a Crow or Blackfoot, he would not care what she wanted and he would make her his, but he was not a Crow or Blackfoot.

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