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He grabbed her to him and looked into her eyes. "We'll die together, I'm certain of it. But many years from now. We've got years of pleasure ahead of us."
She grinned. "I like that."
"Today we officially bury the White Silver Fox, are you ready for that?"
"Yes, yes I am." She told him.
"I can't take you with me to the burial. It's too dangerous. One day we will return, and you will see, the monument to the White Silver Fox."
He kissed her solidly on the lips and they walked out of the bedroom.
Chapter Eighteen
"So, what are you plans for the day, Aiden?" The Ferguson's asked.
Aiden sat sipping his coffee after having a big breakfast with them all. His hand was under the table, squeezing Lucy's, letting her know he remembered well their night together.
"Today I'm putting the White Silver Fox away for good. From now on, she no longer exists. The whites and the Indians will have to come to grips with that. Major Marsh won't get the chance to hang her as an example.
"What kind of man even contemplates hanging a woman?" Mr. Ferguson asked.
"The wrong kind. My father loved my mother and respected her. He taught me that, and it's one thing I remember about them. But some men don't learn that."
Angus looked at him, "How will the Indians take her death?"
Aiden glanced at Lucy. "They will mourn her death, but it's part of the reason I want a stone for her. Lucy was a big part of their lives for years. They loved her, and the stone is for them more than anyone. To let them know she wasn't forgotten."
Lucy squeezed his hand under the table.
"Will you miss them Lucy?"
Lucy nodded, "Yes, I will. I will hold them in my heart forever."
"I'm glad to hear that," Mrs. Ferguson said.
"Oh, why?" Lucy asked.
"Because they were a big part of your life, and a big part of who you are now."
Lucy smiled.
Mrs. Ferguson can we borrow your wagon to get the headstone?"
"Of course."
"I need to ask you one more favor. I want to marry Lucy tomorrow. I know that is very soon, but we can't wait any longer. Can you help arrange a small wedding at your church for us?"
"I can, and I will. We'll ride over to Camp Livingston and get that taken care of. Be glad to. Will she need a disguise of any kind?"
"Wish we could disguise her hair."
"I can put it on top of her head, and she can wear my big hat."
"That would be good. Just can't take any chances."
"What about a dress for her to marry in?"
"I've got one, Gloria picked it out for her, a friend of ours and it's the color she loves, baby blue."
