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Again, she beamed, "Margaret said a marriage without trust was no good. I would not let anything spoil our marriage, not even Too Tall nor Kat." She whispered.
He raised the cover and stared into her face, "You mean that?"
"Yes…" she replied breathlessly.
He couldn't help it, he wanted her now, he couldn't wait. The beautiful look on her face had him on fire. He plunged himself into her and she sighed, pulling him ever closer. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back as she forced his shirt away.
Heated to the point of climax she wiggled against him, "It is so beautiful the way you touch me."
"I think about you all the time, Snow Bird…" He whispered and with that he sent her spiraling into the vortex of an orgasm that had her moaning in his ear.
As they lay spent, she held him close, "We must always be together." She encouraged.
"If that's what you want."
"It is what I want."
"Are you sure, I mean really sure…"
"Yes, you are my love…."
She kissed him hotly then laid in his arms, touching, kissing, feeling. She curled herself around him and they slept until almost day break, then his touch woke her, and they made love once more. Each time they made love seemed better than the last.
She was so content.
Chapter Eleven
After working for a week on the smokehouse it was nearly finished. The walls and roof were on, now to finish the details inside, and Sutton's Place would have a smokehouse to store meat for the winter. Others were coming out and helping so it would get done before the next big snow.
A hunt was planned for too.
That's when four men came stumbling into the large cabin for shelter. Three of them were wounded, one very badly. They made a lot of noise Others followed them inside, curious as to what might have happened.
Everyone scrambled around them, Margaret went to help. She saw that three of them were wounded and she prepared a pan of water and got some rags she kept handy for injuries.
Kat and Rose gathered about, but Snow Bird came to sit beside Margaret to help her bandage the wounded. Snow Bird said nothing, she knew being Indian might alarm them, she just didn't realize how much.
Their bandages were dirty and ragged, and infection had set in, but Margaret just kept on cleaning them and reapplying with clean bandages. Obviously, someone had taken the arrows out, but they needed stitching. Margaret grimaced as this was her least favorite chore in nursing anyone. She looked at each of them then at the one that wasn't hurt.
"What happened?" Margaret asked as she got another pan of clean water and more rags to wash their wounds with.
"Injuns, that's what. We've been travelin' forever. Up by the Powder River Basin. We were on a wagon train headed for Oregon country. Got ambushed by Cheyenne. We were shocked, we thought they had a treaty, but some army Captain up that way was causing them some grief and they were on a wild tear to repay it."
Snow Bird's head raised, but she quickly lowered it, not wanting to alarm them of her race. It could be dangerous if they knew she was Cheyenne.
"They killed everyone, men, women, children…all but us." The only man with them that wasn't hurt was saying. He was a tall thin man with a slight beard on his chin, and dark probing eyes. His hair was thinning and dark, but he wore a cap to keep his head and ears warm. He looked almost delirious himself as he'd brought all the wounded here alone. Had it not been for him, they might be dead too.
Margaret's eyes widened, "Children too?"
"Yeah, all of them. We managed to get away, and we been running ever since." He told them. "We were at the tail end of the train and when everyone was shot, I decided I'd better get as many wounded as I could and run. So that's what I did. I stopped the bleeding, but some of their wounds go deep and I wasn't sure what to do for them. We were lucky to make it here at all, it was a far piece."
"You must have had quite a challenge." Margaret nodded.
"I think I been running on pure fear for days maybe longer."
The trappers all started talking at once, asking questions. What kind of weapons were they using, how many were there? Those kinds of questions. Snow Bird could imagine how ugly it was. She'd seen the aftermath of a raid and it wasn't pretty. She immediately felt for the women and children as they had not caused the problems.
But the young man that Snow Bird was helping looked up at her. "She's a stinking injun." The young man's mouth snarled at her as he spoke, his eyes widening with awareness. "Even in that dress, I can tell she's an Injun."
