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"I want you to marry her son."
"Marry? I mean how?"
"That's what folks do that love each other. You do right by her. She's a good lady and I know it."
"But who would marry us Jack?"
"Find yourself a Catholic priest and marry her before you bring her back. It's the right thing to do. God gave you the answer, now do things right, he'll expect it of you, if you love her like you say!"
"You are right. If she'll have me."
"She's crazy about you, son."
Moon stared at the old man, "It would be like a dream come true, Jack."
"Then get it done, son."
Moon smiled, and for the first time he realized what it all might mean, marriage to her, a lifetime with her, children maybe too. Nothing would be better.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning Moon set out with his plan. He gathered enough clothes for Cole to get her scent. "Find her boy."
Cole began their journey, Moon hoped he would find her without too much trouble. He felt confident that Cole could sniff her out easily.
As long as there were no serious storms along the way, Moon decided it would be easy to track her.
The first three days were easy Cole was hot on her trail. Moon had realized she was headed south. He reasoned because it was warmer in the south. That made sense. He didn't stop to rest much, the further he could travel in good weather the faster he would find her.
He laid down that night, looking at the stars and wondering what she would think when he found her. Would she admit her feelings to him? Perhaps if he did first, she might.
He had never wanted a woman so badly in his life. Keeping his hands off her the last couple of months had been murder. So many times, he thought of taking her, but that was no way to handle the woman he loved. He'd barely admitted his love to himself, much less her. What would she think?
He couldn't wait to be with her once more. She'd been so much a part of his life these past few months. From the first kiss in the tree, to the one where the hornets were after them, he remembered every kiss. Even the last one where he'd kissed her in the cabin, and she'd melted against the wall. And he hungered for her now. What God had shown him was a plan, a good plan and they could live the rest of their lives happily. He only wished he'd realized it sooner.
Cole lay beside him as they slept that night, and whined. Moon glanced at him, "I know boy, I miss her too."
Jack was right too. Marriage was the only solution for them in more ways than one, it would keep them together and it would begin a new life for them. But most of all, it would fill him with love, pride and happiness.
The fourth night he had visitors, two men stopped on the trail to ask for some of his coffee. He shared it freely. They were cattlemen coming back from an auction. They talked to Moon and he offered them some supper since he had killed a wild turkey.
The men joined him at his camp. They drank coffee and introduced themselves.
"Where you headed?" they asked.
"South right now." He answered.
"You live on a reservation?" They asked.
"My tribe is south of here, yes." He told them.
"What tribe you from?" the oldest man asked, his name was Bill and he seemed harmless.
"Arapaho."
"They got a few at Fort Hall. They work as scouts."
"Really, I might stop by there, I might know them."
