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"If that is what you wish."
"Good. Will you be staying at the fort?"
"Probably with the other Indian scouts, yes."
"Alright. I'll take the stage out and you follow, and I'll ask them to stop quickly. How is that."
He nodded and started to leave. His heart was heavy. He wanted to tell her, but somehow in her white clothes and looking so ladylike, he felt strange around her now. Had he made the right decision? She seemed different somehow.
The days passed slowly but the day the stage pulled into the fort Moon readied himself.
They were having a dance that evening and the next day the stage would leave.
Moon heard the music from the dance hall. Some of the scouts attended to eat and some even played music at the dance. Moon was too nervous to attend. He only had his Indian attire on and that wouldn't do at a dance.
He went behind the building to check the fort fence there. There were no guards close and he needed to think about all of this.
Lissa hadn't spoken to him since that night and he felt very out of place here. Had he done the right thing by following? Maybe Jack had it all wrong. Maybe she didn't love him in that manner. Come to think of it, how could she love an Indian, and yet he remembered their kisses.
Perhaps she realized her white side and preferred it. He felt pulled in many directions. He should have admitted how he felt about her, but her greeting was not a welcome one. Maybe he should leave and let her be on her way to a white life again.
He shouldn’t have taken Jack's word that she loved him. Jack was a romantic and a dreamer. For a long time now, he'd urged Moon to find a woman of his own. But Moon hadn't. When Lissa came along, it all began to fit, and then suddenly, here, it didn't.
He had squat down in the back where he met Lissa last time and was fussing at himself when she came strolling up to him.
He whipped around and saw her standing there in a beautiful blue flowing gown and he felt tongue tied. It was a lovely gown, and she fit it so well. He couldn’t take his eyes from her.
"W-what are you doing out here?" he asked breathlessly.
"I thought I saw you out here and I came to find out if it was you."
"You should be at the party."
"Why didn't you come?" Her voice was softer now, and there was distress on her face.
"Dressed like this?" he asked looking down at himself.
"Have you ever danced?"
"No, not like the white people dance."
"Would you like me to show you how?" she asked.
"Is this something you really want?" he asked staring into her eyes.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Then show me," he told her with a grimace.
"Put your hand here, and here," she directed him. Then she began humming a song and she showed him how to step. He was clumsy, but she didn't laugh. "That's it."
When he suddenly stopped, she backed up and smiled, "It's hard to be a white man, isn't it?"
"Is that what you'd like me to be?" he asked sharply.
"Now you know how it feels for me to be a white man." She chuckled.
"Yes, now I know. And what of being a half-breed Indian woman. What of being my wife, Lissa?"
