Come, let's get in the house. You never know with those savages. They're just as likely to double back to catch us unaware."
The door to the cabin stood open, and Loretta followed the others inside. Turning, she faced the men, her eyes full of questions. Henry leaned his rifle against the all. "Ain't no rhyme nor reason to what them critters do sometimes. I don't reckon they'll be back."
Tom, still standing by the window, frowned and shook his head, his gaze fastened on the lance in the yard. "I ain't so sure. A Comanch' don't leave his mark just anywheres. Couldn't have said it plainer. Loretta's just got herself betrothed."
Amy giggled, a high, shrill laugh that echoed Loretta's own feeling of unreality. "You mean he wants Loretta as a squaw? Why, that'd be worse than her marryin' up with Mr. Wea--" Amy's eyes bugged, and her cheeks flamed. "I mean…well…"
"Hush, Amy!" Worrying her apron, Rachel shot Tom a questioning glance. "What makes you say such a thing?"
"We all heard him lay claim to her and say he'd be back." Tom avoided Loretta's gaze. "Comanches don't make false promises. My guess is he'll bring a couple of blankets and a horse or two in trade. That's the way they do things amongst themselves when they buy a wife. Not to say he'll stay so polite if you don't accommodate him and turn her over."
Rachel clamped a hand over her heart. "Oh, mercy, we've got to get Loretta out of here then, to Fort Belknap, perhaps."
"Ain't no use, Rachel," Tom said softly. "They'll have sentries posted. You try to leave with her, and they'll run you to the ground. Ain't nobody gonna take a Comanche's woman.
The door to the cabin stood open, and Loretta followed the others inside. Turning, she faced the men, her eyes full of questions. Henry leaned his rifle against the all. "Ain't no rhyme nor reason to what them critters do sometimes. I don't reckon they'll be back."
Tom, still standing by the window, frowned and shook his head, his gaze fastened on the lance in the yard. "I ain't so sure. A Comanch' don't leave his mark just anywheres. Couldn't have said it plainer. Loretta's just got herself betrothed."
Amy giggled, a high, shrill laugh that echoed Loretta's own feeling of unreality. "You mean he wants Loretta as a squaw? Why, that'd be worse than her marryin' up with Mr. Wea--" Amy's eyes bugged, and her cheeks flamed. "I mean…well…"
"Hush, Amy!" Worrying her apron, Rachel shot Tom a questioning glance. "What makes you say such a thing?"
"We all heard him lay claim to her and say he'd be back." Tom avoided Loretta's gaze. "Comanches don't make false promises. My guess is he'll bring a couple of blankets and a horse or two in trade. That's the way they do things amongst themselves when they buy a wife. Not to say he'll stay so polite if you don't accommodate him and turn her over."
Rachel clamped a hand over her heart. "Oh, mercy, we've got to get Loretta out of here then, to Fort Belknap, perhaps."
"Ain't no use, Rachel," Tom said softly. "They'll have sentries posted. You try to leave with her, and they'll run you to the ground. Ain't nobody gonna take a Comanche's woman.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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