Blue Eyes, you will be a fine wife in time," he said gravely.
"No, I won't." Her gaze flew to his, brimming with misery and tears. "Oh, Hunter, what's the matter with me?"
Studying her small face, Hunter realized two things: he didn't want her to be like anyone else, and, right or wrong, he had to bring this torturous waiting to an end, for both their sakes. For once, his father had given poor advice. "Blue Eyes…" Hunter sighed and interlaced his fingers, bending his knuckles backward, stalling because he didn't want to say the wrong thing. "Can you say words so this Comanche can see into you?"
"I'm "
"Ah, yes, afraid." He studied her beaded moccasins. "Because I am Comanche?"
She squeezed her eyes closed. "It isn't that, not anymore. That's just an excuse!"
Cautiously Hunter asked, "Then what makes your heart sad?"
She bit her bottom lip and tipped her head back to stare at the smoke hole. After several seconds she sniffed and said, "You're a man."
She looked so forlorn that Hunter had to bite back a smile. He started to speak, then thought better of it. Clearing his throat, he shifted his attention from her quivering mouth to her nervous hands, wishing he knew how to ease her fears. Being patient hadn't worked.
She closed her eyes again and made a strangled sound, whirling away from him. "Marry Bright Star. It's only fair. I can't expect you to wait forever for me to--" She made another angry swipe at her cheeks and took a jagged breath. "She's very lovely. You wouldn't be normal if you didn't want her. And it's clear she wants you. Why should you be tied to me?"
He pushed to his feet and slowly approached her from behind. She jerked when he grasped her shoulders. "I have no wish to marry Bright Star. You are the wife I want. One wife, for always.
"No, I won't." Her gaze flew to his, brimming with misery and tears. "Oh, Hunter, what's the matter with me?"
Studying her small face, Hunter realized two things: he didn't want her to be like anyone else, and, right or wrong, he had to bring this torturous waiting to an end, for both their sakes. For once, his father had given poor advice. "Blue Eyes…" Hunter sighed and interlaced his fingers, bending his knuckles backward, stalling because he didn't want to say the wrong thing. "Can you say words so this Comanche can see into you?"
"I'm "
"Ah, yes, afraid." He studied her beaded moccasins. "Because I am Comanche?"
She squeezed her eyes closed. "It isn't that, not anymore. That's just an excuse!"
Cautiously Hunter asked, "Then what makes your heart sad?"
She bit her bottom lip and tipped her head back to stare at the smoke hole. After several seconds she sniffed and said, "You're a man."
She looked so forlorn that Hunter had to bite back a smile. He started to speak, then thought better of it. Clearing his throat, he shifted his attention from her quivering mouth to her nervous hands, wishing he knew how to ease her fears. Being patient hadn't worked.
She closed her eyes again and made a strangled sound, whirling away from him. "Marry Bright Star. It's only fair. I can't expect you to wait forever for me to--" She made another angry swipe at her cheeks and took a jagged breath. "She's very lovely. You wouldn't be normal if you didn't want her. And it's clear she wants you. Why should you be tied to me?"
He pushed to his feet and slowly approached her from behind. She jerked when he grasped her shoulders. "I have no wish to marry Bright Star. You are the wife I want. One wife, for always.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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