Wind Warrior (Historical Romance) by Constance O'Banyon

Author:Constance O'Banyon [O'Banyon, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical, Romance, Fiction, 19th Century, American West, Native Americans, Indian, Western, Adult, Multicultural, Adventure, Action, WIND WARRIOR, Savior, Blackfoot Tribe, Brother, Hatred & Envy, Captive, Plot, Steal, Brother Rivalry, Prophecy, Rescue, Great Passion, Suspense, Danger
ISBN: 9781477833155
Google: 40_doAEACAAJ
Goodreads: 7664599
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2010-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

When the Blood Blackfoot finally reunited at their fall encampment beside the river, they were a bedraggled lot. With winter just a short time away, new tipis had to be quickly erected, robes cured, and supplies replenished. The people worked tirelessly, helping each other when they could.

Sadly, twelve members of the tribe had lost their lives when the stream burst through the rock barriers, flooding the village, just as Wind Warrior had predicted.

A touch of early winter was on the wind. Cool air settled over the land, bringing the first frost.

The village was unusually quiet as the people waited to hear the outcome of the meeting the elders had called. Dull Knife had been summoned, as had Tall Woman and Rain Song.

Wind Warrior approached the council lodge, reminded of that day years before when he had been given his name. Now he was a member of that honored council.

Many eyes watched Wind Warrior as he moved through the village with the lethal grace of a mountain lion. He did not seem to see the young maidens who tried to draw his attention or those who watched him longingly. His mind was set on a single purpose—to settle the matter of the prairie fire. On entering the lodge, he acknowledged each of the elders and Chief Broken Lance. He nodded toward his father, who seemed much frailer since the tragedies of the fire and flood. His gaze brushed over Dull Knife, and his eyes widened when he saw that Rain Song and Tall Woman were present.

Wind Warrior had not seen Rain Song since the summer season, and it seemed to him she was even more beautiful than before. Her golden hair was decorated with beads and hung down her back in a single braid. She wore a buff-colored fringed gown without ornaments. She looked into his eyes and dropped her head. In that brief moment he had read joy in her green gaze, as if she were happy to see him, and he felt a squeezing sensation around his heart.

“Join us,” Broken Lance said, motioning for Wind Warrior to come forward. “We were discussing the flood that washed away the tipis of those who remained in the river camp. It took some time to recover the bodies that were washed down the river. Twelve are dead, three missing.”

Wind Warrior dropped to his knees, waiting to be called upon to speak. Dull Knife, however, did not wait to be asked, but rose angrily to his feet. “The flood was not as bad as my brother predicted it would be. We have lost more people when our enemies raid the village.”

“Yes,” Broken Lance agreed. “We have lost many of our friends and families when the enemy came upon us unaware—but those who died in the flood were warned and could have survived. If the rest of us had not moved, we would have suffered untold loss of life.”

Dull Knife held his temper with effort. “Two lives were lost in prairie fire, and all the tipis were burned as well.

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