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"Chase?" Lee called before Chase took up the straps to pull the travois.
"Yeah," Chase answered coming around to look at him once more.
"You can't do this Chase, I can walk at least for a while," Lee offered.
"No, this is better. Just rest up. It will be over before you know it," Chase smiled.
"I couldn't do it," Lee offered.
"Yeah you could," Chase affirmed with a smile. "If you had to."
"Ready, Captain?" Chase challenged.
The Captain saluted him and they began the long journey back to the station. At least it had cooled down and the heat wasn't bearing down on them. Chase knew the evenings would be better for travel. In the heat, he would give out pulling Lee, but pulling in the evening was more tolerable.
Besides, the Comanche would leave them alone now. They were smart enough to know the elements alone could kill them.
Chase wrapped the leather strap around his head. He'd found it at the shack, it was part of an old horse bridle. Still in good condition, it would be strong enough to hold the weight.
With
his arms wrapped and his forehead strapped, he pulled the travois. He began at a steady pace so that his movements would help pull the travois forward. He had done this many times when hunting, so he knew he could do it again.
His thoughts traveled to Katherine now. It seemed if he let himself, they were always on her. He wondered if she was all right, but not getting any signals from her he decided she had to be. Burning Tree would keep them together in mind. It was an old Indian trick. Chase would have to concentrate on her most of the time, as she knew nothing of the mind trick. What he hadn't figured on was the exact kind of mind play Burning Tree was using.
Chase had some very deep feelings for Katherine and now it extended to her personally. He was sure Burning Tree knew him well enough to count on it. He couldn't deny or resist it. She was his, whether she knew it or not. He knew her as he would a wife and it blatantly startled him. Not that the experience was not pleasurable, but it came at the most inopportune times. They knew each other in a dream, and now the problem would be to turn the dream into a reality. For after such a dream, he could never be satisfied with anyone else. This thought and this thought alone kept him moving forward, because he was sure Katherine was in danger.
But then it hit him, Katherine was dreaming again. Of course she was. It was night, and she was probably trying to sleep somewhere. Chase was with her again. His loins tightened. This time they came together in the moonlight, a place by a stream, Chase was sure only existed in Burning Tree's mind. They were riding together, and suddenly stopped. He helped her down from the horse. A misty fog surrounded them, as though it might protect them. She moved straight into his arms. They kissed, long drugging kisses that boggled the mind and lent the body incapable of anything save one thing. When Chase realized what was about to happen, he knew he couldn't go on. Trying to pull Lee with this going on was almost to the point of crazy because his energy was with Katherine and his lovemaking was beyond the dream catcher's pleasure. He'd never known a woman like Katherine before. And he knew everything about this woman, and loved her.
"We will rest a few minutes," Chase told the Captain.
The Captain didn't object as he was exhausted and slumped to the ground without a word.
In the dream, Chase kissed her, and grew more ready for her, when he saw her smile. A smile that radiated from her heart. She moved towards him, closer, until she rubbed up against him, feeling his readiness. She wasn't flirting, but she wasn't shy either.
He tried to focus on the station in the distance, from the stream where they made love, and there were holes all over the yard at the station. He didn't understand the holes. Holes Katherine had dug. He was sure of this too.
But then the dream took over his thinking, and he began to feel he could no longer concentrate on the station or the holes.
Their eyes locked hungrily onto each other, and even when she whispered to him some things about what was going on, none of it made sense. Just bits and pieces of information. His mind warred with his body and he was lost when she began to take her clothes off. How could a man think or ask questions when his body was on fire for his woman?
Never had he loved a woman like Katherine. With no clothes between them, it was a luxury no man could pass up. And without worry, his hands touched, caressed, and stroked freely. Velvet soft skin made him more eager to explore her. Love radiated from her smile.
Water splashed against them from the waterfall, and he delighted in licking it from her. His lips kissed the water from her slowly, not tasting the water, but her, as her sweet body burned to be one with him again. Seeing her standing in the moonlight with nothing on, took his breath. Never had he seen such a woman.
Poor Katherine, how could she not know she was Indian? Their bodies were the same color. As they came together they blended as one.
So lovely, so brown, much like himself. It was as though she were an extension of himself. Everything she offered was his.
Chase shivered with delight as her small hands came around him and her moans only deepened the anticipation. He left nothing untouched and unloved, taking his time to pleasure her. He wanted all of her as though their life depended on the ultimate pleasuring of love making. The more they loved each other, the tighter the bond between them. He knew her taste, her smell, her feel, and there was nothing he did not love about the woman.
What made him hold it that much more dearly was that he could feel everything happening to him and her. He was there, he knew it. It had happened, no matter how many times he pretended it was just a dream, he knew she was his.
This warm passion that surrounded them was like nothing on earth. Beyond even a dream catcher. And Chase did not want to miss one moment of the thrill of it. Even White Dove was not like this. But he never lay with White Dove so his feelings for her were not as deep as he had thought. He knew Katherine. They were more than bonded, but one with God, and he accepted it. Still they could not speak the words to each other, for the moments they shared were too few and precious. There was only time to feel.
When he awoke from the dream, he was more determined than ever to reach her. For she was now an extension of himself and he must be with her, protect her, love her. And somehow, he must find the words to tell her how he felt.
He felt renewed and knew he could go on now. It was as though she willed all her strength to him, to come get her.
