But, the man said not a word. After all, what could he say? Had not he and Poka'aki—only two—won against a war party of fifty? Were not his younger son, George; his daughter, Czanna; their spouses and all his grandchildren now alive to tell the story?
Red Fox, however, met his new father-in-law's gaze with disinterest, refusing to meet hatred with hatred. The man was, after all, family.
It was only when the elder Fehér turned away as though in disgust, taking steps back toward his house, when Red Fox spoke up and shouted, "Do not leave yet. We have only killed ten of the men in the war party, but I saw their party numbered fifty.Although I think most of their war party have escaped, there may still be some here who are in a mind to steal horses. I think we men should ensure the ranch's horses are safe."
The words had barely left his mouth before each man, rifle in hand, began sprinting across the flat valley, making a line toward the corral on the northeast pasture. All, that is, except József Fehér, who stared at Red Fox with a toxic, venomous glare. He spat out, "You! Where have you been with my daughter? I told you once to stay out of this, and I meant it. If I find you have—"
"Are you coming, Father?" Poka'aki interjected.
With another deadly look at Red Fox, Fehér said, "We will talk. Do not try to hide from me, because I will find you!"
"Father!"
And, while József Fehér turned away to stride toward the corral, Red Fox gasped in a deep breath. Apparently, the acceptance of his marriage to Poka'aki was going to be more difficult for his father-in-law to accept than he, Red Fox, had anticipated. However, what was done, was done.
I will pray to the Creator. As He knows, I love this woman and will never leave her, even into eternity.
