Whispered Promise by Colleen French

Author:Colleen French [French, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Evan Marshall Agency
Published: 2019-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Twice more during the night Leah and Harrison made love. It was a night Leah knew she would remember forever. But all too soon the rays of the morning sunlight beamed through the tiny cabin window. All too soon it was time to rise and make ready to move on.

They ate a light breakfast of leftover corn muffins on the floor in front of the hearth, talking little. Both seemed to be lost in thoughts of the magic of the previous night, both afraid to shatter that magic, knowing they must.

It was time to dress and start their trek up the Hudson. Harrison was certain that if they kept up a steady pace, they'd arrive at Fort DePounce before nightfall.

Leah rose off the bearskin rug, Harrison's torn coat thrown over her shoulders for warmth. She wore nothing but her shift. "You're going to take their clothes? she asked, watching him dig through a crude chest at the end of the bed.

"We need decent clothing that will keep us warm and dry. Noah won't mind. I'd do the same for him, were he in my predicament." He tossed her a leather tunic from the trunk. "Try it on."

She held up the woman's garment. It was long-sleeved with a scooped neck, falling almost to her knees with slits at both hips. A pattern of quilling detailed the neckline making the tunic beautiful in its own simple, stark way. "We should leave some sort of payment."

He tossed her a pair of leggings. "These too. I'll leave Noah a note, but your money is running short. I suppose we should have gone back to Tanner's Gift after the shipwreck, but I was afraid we would lose too much time."

Leah dropped his coat on a stool and pulled the soft leather over her head. As her hand came through the sleeve, she caught a glimmer of the gold wedding band she wore. She smoothed the tunic, amazed by how comfortable it was despite its close cut at her hips. She stepped into the leggings, feeling a little silly. "I never thought I'd see the day I wore a man's breeches."

Harrison pulled a larger tunic over his head. It had no quilling, but was fringed at the hem. "They're not breeches, they're leggings and among the Indians both men and women wear them in the winter. You'll find it much easier to walk without the burden of your skirts. I know you will."

Leah laced up the hip, tying the leggings on. "Mayhap, but I still feel odd."

He leaned over, sticking his head into the chest. He came up with a pair of white doeskin moccasins. "See if these are big enough, Miss Dainty Foot."

She caught both moccasins in mid air and fired one back at him. It struck him in the shoulder and glanced off and hit the floor.

They both laughed as she took a seat on a three-legged stool and began to roll on one wool stocking.

Harrison frowned. "Indians don't wear stockings, Leah."

"Well, I'm not an Indian.

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