His Wild Heart by Colleen French

His Wild Heart by Colleen French

Author:Colleen French [French, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Evan Marshall Agency
Published: 2019-01-31T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter Seventeen

Alexandra walked down the long hallway, a lantern swinging in her hand. She massaged the back of her neck, exhausted, but filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Sara had finally delivered a baby girl at noon. Both the mother and babe were well and sleeping comfortably. Alexandra smiled to herself. This was not the first time she'd witnessed the birth of a child. Her older cousin Natalie had two, her sister Margaret, twins. But this was the first time the birth of a child had touched her heart like this. Seeing that little baby suckling at her mother's breast had brought tears to Alexandra's eyes.

Secretly she wanted a baby of her own. Hunter's.

She pushed through the door to her room and closed it behind her. Sliding the bolt to lock it, she set down the lantern and went to the tiny fireplace to warm her hands.

She thought about Hunter and all the reasons why their marriage was doomed. For heaven's sake! She still didn't know his real name. For all she knew he could be a pauper, a runaway bondservant, a murderer!

And then there was the matter of the two of them being so different. He was so unconventional, she so conventional. She chuckled to herself as she looked down at the Shawnee doeskin tunic and leggings she wore. Perhaps she wasn't quite as conventional as she'd once been.

Then lastly, and probably most importantly, was the subject of the future. Hunter had married her without saying where they would live or how. Surely he knew that eventually she would be pregnant. Where did he intend to raise his children? Obviously he didn't expect her to spend the rest of her life moving from fort to Indian village to fort to Indian village as he'd apparently done since Laughing Rain's death. Or did he?

She picked up a plate of stew left on the mantel for her by She-Who-Stands-Strongly. She took a bite and then another, not really hungry, but knowing she should eat.

Her life at this moment seemed as uncertain as it had the day Two Crows had kidnapped her, but for some reason she wasn't afraid. She had had the will to survive. Hunter had rescued her. He'd protected her. He'd made her his wife. And though she had protested at the time, knowing it wasn't sensible, a part of her had been thrilled at the thought of marriage to a man like Hunter. And now with him gone, with him somewhere in the wilderness of the forest stalking a killer, she was glad he was her husband. Somehow they would find their way—together.

Finishing her stew, Alexandra slipped off her tunic and leggings and got into bed in the manner of the native American she was very quickly coming to respect a great deal—naked. Pulling the muslin sheet and pile of soft fur blankets up to her nose she rolled onto her side and blew out the oil lantern. She murmured a prayer asking God to protect Hunter and bring him home safely to her and then she fell into a deep sleep.



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