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He fastened her clothes again and she sat up with him.
"I hope I'm with child…" She murmured.
He looked at her so suddenly, and his hand squeezed hers as he stared into her face. "You mean that."
"Yes," She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him gently. "With all my heart. I want your babies." She smiled. "A woman's gift to her man is his child."
"Then I hope you are too!" He smiled. "But if not, I will continue to plant the seed." He chuckled happily.
"As virile as you are, I wouldn't doubt I was…" She said with a chuckle.
"If your are pregnant, my heart will burst with pride. I will be so happy."
"Now that we've decided not to go to your people, will there be much trouble?" She asked with a slight frown.
"Yes, there will always be trouble when a white and an Indian come together in love, but not so much that we can't handle it." He told her. "Together we are very good."
"Yes, we are…" She reached up to kiss his cheek.
"Tell me about your family there." She said, pulling a dandelion and chewing on it.
"I have a father and mother. A few others, aunts, uncles. My parents would be quite hostile. But with the Shoshone, they might perform the ceremony and send us away."
"Is there a woman I should be jealous of?" She asked with a smirk. "In your past, perhaps?"
"I have had women, yes." He glanced at her and smiled. "But none I loved. I had taken a saloon woman; she was older and very wise in the ways of love. She taught me how to love a woman. She said every man should be taught by a woman."
"Were you with her many times?"
"Yes," He looked at her with a slight smile. "But, she is dead now. There was a poker game going on, she got in the way of a stray bullet. And died."
Eve thought about that a minute and smiled, "Then I thank her. I never thought about you having another woman. I figured if you had, she would be Indian. Have you had many women?"
He looked at her and laughed, "Thousands!" He teased.
"No, have you?"
"I had no time for women after she died. I was young when I first took her. She was thirty, I was sixteen. We were together for a while. But it is not the same as you. She was a teacher, and cared for me, but love was not what she wanted. She wanted money. She never got it. I was lustful in my youth. I grew away from it, until I met you. You may not believe this, but although the saloon woman was good to me, I was young when this happened, I was never in love with her, but she taught me that to love a woman one must pleasure her. She told me if you pleasure a woman, she'd never leave you. She was the only woman, and I liked her, I respected her, but I was not in love with her. She was a teacher of men, and I was her student."
He looked into her eyes now, with a smile. "Love is something that came when I met you. I now have a promised heart."
"A promised heart. Oh that's lovely…I never heard it put that way."
"It is dishonor for an Indian to break their promise. As far as Indian women, most were promised from an early age. I left when I was very young."
"That girl on the trail, Jilly, she liked you!"
"She was a child, trying to be a woman. I did not want to be her teacher. She will find someone someday that is better suited. She was simply too late, I already found my woman, and I knew it. I'm like the wolf, I mate for life."
"I
was a little worried…a little jealous."
He shook his head with a smile. "Never be jealous. For two years I worried that you would never accept me because I was Indian. I knew if I came to you, it would only cause you trouble. But I'll admit the fear of rejection kept me from coming to you after your husband died."
"How could I ever reject a man such as you?" She cried her hands going over him now. "You're beautiful you know."
"Beautiful, men are not beautiful." He turned up his nose at the idea.
