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"When did this happen?"
"Late last night. They made a lot of noise, talking and she was laying with him. But she left and from her sullen expression, I
think she was mad at him." Snow Bird informed Matt.
"Well, it's not our concern. But you are mine, and I won't let anyone hurt you, as long as I'm alive." He smiled and kissed her sweetly on the lips.
"You are a good husband."
"Am I? Funny, I never even contemplated marriage before I met you."
"Are you sorry?"
"No ma'am! I'm glad we got together. And soon we are going to be a family." He said and rubbed her tummy.
"He kicks a lot."
"Good, he'll be a strong one."
"Sometimes I wonder why you wanted me…and the baby."
"You’re a package, I want you both. I want a family of my own." He smiled. "It's that simple. Of course, it helps that she has the body of a goddess and a baby to go with it."
"You are such a good man, you know I would die for you, don't you?"
He frowned suddenly, "I hope it never comes to something like that. I want more babies…" he smiled.
"You do?"
"Sure!" He leaned to kiss her again. "Your babies."
"It doesn't bother you when they call you squaw man?"
"Nope. The only thing that would bother me, is if you didn't love me!"
"That will never happen," she assured him and kissed him.
"Promise?"
"Promise!"
Chapter Fourteen
The snow hadn't melted as the temperature stayed well below freezing. People became disgruntled, unable to make trips outside. Chamber pots with lids were set on the back porch for all and any to use. Without the sun shining, gloom settled over the settlement like a black curtain. These were all trappers and hunters who belonged to the mountains and woods. Staying cooped up like this was not normal for them. As winter progressed, Matt decided to teach Snow Bird to read. There were books there at the cabin, very few ever picked them up. But Matt did. He enjoyed reading.
He was reading to Snow Bird one day and Ferg came to sit down beside them and listened.
"You like this book too?" Matt asked him.
Ferg nodded. "Never had no stories read to me."
"This is the story of Robinson Caruso. It's written by a man name Daniel Defoe." Matt told them. "Over a century ago."
Directly Raz, Colby, Coon, and Doolin came to sit and listen. Some others drifted over to stand around and listen too.
"Well now, since so many of you like it, how about I read every night before bedtime?" Matt asked them. "Hearing a good story can sometime help you sleep better. My mother read to me at night."
Everyone agreed. There were all kinds of things the people did to keep from getting so bored, especially when the snows were heavy. It was simply too cold to go out. One man had ventured out and came back with frostbite on his nose and ears. Margaret treated him but warned everyone else not to venture out too far nor too long.
