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"Yes, I know that. Perhaps not so many would die if they were." He suggested.
"Men are supposed to be their protectors."
"And if their man cannot protect them, then what?"
She stopped to consider his question, "I guess she might be in danger."
"The Comanche and Apache still raid in Texas and along the border of our territories. They still kill and kidnap women too."
"Do you think it will ever end?" she asked.
"Yes, the whites will win. We see that, that's why we seek peace." He told her. "In war, one must know their enemy well. That knowledge may someday save their lives. What I see for the Indian is good, but many do not believe we can learn from the white man. I do."
"Colonel Chivington is trying to wipe them out."
"Yes, this is true. He is the man who started the Sand Creek Massacre. That was not a battle, most were old men, women and children. He did not kill, he murdered them. He is a great warrior. But he is a warrior with no heart. He too will die a violent death some
day."
"I think you are right." She nodded.
"No matter what you learn here, if you go back you must never side with the Indians." He told her.
"What do you mean? I don't understand. Shouldn't they be told of the good things?"
"Many women that were captured during a war raid, lived among us. When white men came to take them back, they did not want to go. It made it difficult for them, and for us. You will learn much of us while you stay there. In time you will grow to like us, as we are a peaceful nation. But if you return to the white man's world, you cannot tell them good things about us. First, they will not believe you. Second, they will hate you for saying good things." He turned to look at her and didn't realize she was so close, he stared into her topaz eyes, cleared his throat and moved away. "We will hunt for our supper now."
"Will you teach me some of your words, so I will be able to talk to your people?" she asked.
"Yes, later…" He said and raised his hand to silence her. He pointed in the direction of a wild turkey. He aimed and shot it.
"You got it!" she shouted.
He turned a frown on her, "Yes, I did."
They returned to their camp and he built a spit over the fire to cook the bird, but he let her to defeather and clean it.
While she was busy, he sharpened his knife.
"Why did you take me away?" she asked while she worked.
He glanced at her, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Two reasons, you were in my vision. We were to meet, no matter the outcome. Two, your husband beat you, and I could not abide it. Woman is part of man. She is to be treasured, not beaten. What your husband did, was wrong. I do not like to see suffering."
"Did you come there, just for me?"
"Yes."
"I do not understand, you are Indian, why would you care? Why would you risk it?"
"Because of the vision, you are a part of my life, even though neither of us understand it."
"Is the Cheyenne woman pretty that you were to marry?"
"Yes, very."
"Then why not her?"
