White Dove by Susan Edwards

Author:Susan Edwards
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Crouched a foot away, knife drawn, Waho spat on the ground between them. “Leave, wasicun, before you are hurt.”

Furious to have been caught unaware not once but twice, Jeremy watched the Indian’s knife hand carefully. He didn’t believe the warrior could harm him, but staring into his hate-filled eyes, there was no doubt that Waho wanted to. “This white man is not going anywhere.” And he wasn’t going to go anywhere without his knife again. How stupid of him to think himself safe. Dove’s words echoed in his mind, mocking him. She was right: he was a fool.

Waho’s hand twisted this way and that. Light glinted off his knife. “Dove is mine. I pay many horses and furs for her. You give nothing.”

Jeremy stayed on the balls of his feet. “I offer love.” They circled one another.

“It matters not what you offer. You are not Sioux. She will not have you.”

Jeremy grinned. He refused to show either his fear or his anger. “Then what are you worried about?”

Waho puffed out his chest. “This warrior is not worried. He simply warns the white man to stay away.”

“Nice try, Jug-head. Fact is, Dove doesn’t want you. She’s looking for a great warrior.” He smirked. “Apparently you are not that person or she’d have accepted your many offers a long time ago.”

With a low cry of fury, Waho lunged, his knife pointed at Jeremy blade side up. Jeremy sucked in his gut and jumped back. “You’re a sore loser, Jug-head. Dove doesn’t want you.” Jeremy might not be a warrior, but no one threatened a Jones.

Waho narrowed his eyes. “You think to become the warrior of her heart?” Scorn laced the question.

Jeremy watched Waho carefully, noted the signs that showed how angry the warrior was. Facing him was not much different than fighting a brawl in a bar, and Waho’s anger would only lead him to be careless. Deliberately, Jeremy taunted the warrior, digging at his weak spot. “I already hold Dove’s heart. She loves me and soon she will agree to be my wife.”

“You lie, White Man. Touch her again and I will kill you.” His voice was fraught with promise and menace.

Jeremy pushed, keeping his own anger in check. No one bullied a Jones. He might not be a Lakota warrior, but he could take care of himself when push came to shove. “Know what your problem is? You’re jealous because she kissed me.”

With another cry of rage, Waho charged, holding his knife high over his head. In a move that would have made his brothers proud, Jeremy ducked to the side, stuck his foot out, hooked his ankle around the back of the other man’s and spun around.

Waho landed on his back, his weapon flying from his hand.

Jeremy clenched his hands into tight fists and waited for him to get to his feet. “You want to fight, Jug-head? Fine. But make it a fair one.”

Waho rolled to his feet. Each breath sounded like a hiss of fury.

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