Wild Whispers by Cassie Edwards

Author:Cassie Edwards [Edwards, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-08-02T16:00:00+00:00

White Wolf and Dawnmarie rode into San Carlos, glad to finally have reached the town where General Rocendo lived. If anyone could give them answers as to the whereabouts of the Kickapoo village, he could. He was in charge of this area of Mexico.

White Wolf and Dawnmarie had been told that he was fair to the Kickapoo, yet hated the Comanches.

They had been told that it was because of General Rocendo that the Kickapoo were in Mexico, under the best living conditions. He had been generous to them.

Perhaps he would be as generous to Dawnmarie and White Wolf when they asked him about Dawnmarie’s kin, the Kickapoo.

White Wolf helped Dawnmarie down from her horse when they reached General Rocendo’s villa on the outskirts of the city. They were in awe of his wealth. His villa spread out far on each side. There were many outbuildings. Cattle grazed in faraway pastures.

When a large, imposing man, dressed in brightly colored casual clothes, came outside and stood on the porch, Dawnmarie smiled up at him.

White Wolf stepped forward and offered a hand of friendship. “Are you General Rocendo?” he inquired, as he stepped up on the porch.

General Rocendo, his large mustache covering his upper lip, his dark eyes beady as they stared from White Wolf to Dawnmarie, accepted White Wolf’s handshake. “Sí, sí, señor,” he said, nodding. “And you must be White Wolf? Your wife is Señora Dawnmarie?”

“Yes, I am White Wolf. My wife is Dawnmarie,” White Wolf said, lowering his hand to his side.

“Señor, word was brought to me that you were questioning about me,” General Rocendo said. He gestured toward the door. “I was told why. Come with me inside my villa. I will be glad to do what I can to help you in your search for your people, señora.”

Smiling, relieved that her long journey was almost over, Dawnmarie went with the general and White Wolf into his vast, elaborate house.

She welcomed the soft, plush cushion of a chair as she sat down in his parlor. She feasted her eyes on the grand, rich paintings that hung on the walls in gilt frames. She had never seen such beautiful furnishings, carpets, and paintings. She could tell by all of this that the general was quite a wealthy man.

“And so now tell me about your journey to Mexico,” General Rocendo said, nodding to a maid who brought in a pot of tea and colorful, dainty teacups.

Dawnmarie silently nodded a thank-you to the Mexican woman, then sipped the tea thirstily. Then she explained about her people, the Thunder Clan of Kickapoo.

She smiled happily when his eyes widened in recognition.

“Señora, your people live only a short distance from here in the mountains,” General Rocendo said, stroking his long, lean fingers through his raven-black hair. “I will send soldier escorts with you tomorrow to Fire Thunder’s village. You will spend the night? I have adequate bedding for overnight guests.”

“Thank you,” Dawnmarie was quick to say, recalling the many nights spent on straw in barns, or on the cold, hard ground between blankets that had not kept her warm enough.

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