Savage Winter by Constance O'Banyon

Author:Constance O'Banyon [Constance O'Banyon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781428509351
Publisher: Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc.

Windhawk rode into his village and went directly to his own lodge. He stripped his bloody garments off and fell down on his buffalo robe. “Do not think about Joanna and Morning Song,” he murmured out loud. “Sleep, I need sleep,” he whispered in a pain-filled voice. Closing his eyes, he prayed he wouldn’t dream of the charred bones of his wife and sister. He fell into such a deep sleep that he didn’t hear Red Bird enter his lodge. She stood over him, devouring his magnificent body with hungry eyes. She felt a tightening in her stomach and knew she must have this man!

“Leave the lodge of this chief!” Sun Woman said, taking Red Bird by the arm and pushing her none too gently toward the opening.

When they were outside the lodge, Red Bird shrugged Sun Woman’s hand off her arm. “I am the daughter of a great chief—you dare to treat me with such disrespect?”

“As you know, I am the mother of Windhawk. I dare do as I please! Your father, Yellow Wing, was only recently made chief of the Piegans. My son, Windhawk, is not only chief of the Bloods, but his father was also a great chief.” Sun Woman was pleased to see the Piegan woman lower her eyes. “My son will not want you. He grieves for Flaming Hair.”

“I will help him forget the white-face woman,” Red Bird said, tossing her dark hair and facing the older woman with less arrogance now that she realized Sun Woman was a force to be reckoned with.

Sun Woman considered the Piegan woman’s words for a moment. She didn’t like Red Bird, but perhaps the woman could bring her son peace of mind. He was in torment over Joanna’s death. If this woman could bring him a few hours of forgetfulness, she would not object.

“Perhaps if Windhawk finds you in his lodge when he wakes, he will not send you away,” Sun Woman said thoughtfully. “Go inside and wait.”

Red Bird smiled at Windhawk’s mother. If she could win the mother’s respect, it might help her win the son over to her side.

When she reentered the lodge, her eyes were fever-bright. She lit the cook-fire, thinking she would first console Windhawk with a good meal, and then…then she would allow him to take her to his mat. Red Bird felt her body tremble excitedly when she looked at Windhawk. Never had she seen a man whose body was so magnificently proportioned! His face was so handsome she drew in her breath, wishing she dared touch him. She must have him—there would be no one to stand in her way now that Flaming Hair was dead!

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