If I don't take her back to her wooden walls, she will die." Hunter met his father's steady gaze across the leaping flames. "Then what will become of the prophecy? She emptied her belly of the meat broth and precious water as well. She will sure enough die if this continues."
, Many Horses, drew on his pipe and blew smoke toward the peak of the lodge, then toward the ground. After taking another drag, he exhaled east, west, north, and south. The pipe then passed from his right hand to Hunter, who inhaled slowly and returned the pipe to his father with his right hand to make a full circle, never to be broken.
"My , you have only just arrived. Give her some time."
"She'll be dead in a day or two." Hunter spat a fleck of tobacco. Though he would never admit it, he detested the taste of his father's pipe. "I have tried everything, Father. I've been kind to her. I've promised my strong arm will be hers forever into the horizon, until I am dust in the wind. And I've tried bargaining with her."
"What bargains?"
Hunter shot a wary glance toward the shadows, where his mother sat listening. "After my mother left the lodge, I said that perhaps I would be a tired Comanche when the moon rose if she were to eat and drink."
"And if she didn't, and you were not tired?" Many Horses' dark eyes filled with laughter. He too shot a glance into the shadows. "The bargain did not please her?"
Hunter shook his head.
, Many Horses, drew on his pipe and blew smoke toward the peak of the lodge, then toward the ground. After taking another drag, he exhaled east, west, north, and south. The pipe then passed from his right hand to Hunter, who inhaled slowly and returned the pipe to his father with his right hand to make a full circle, never to be broken.
"My , you have only just arrived. Give her some time."
"She'll be dead in a day or two." Hunter spat a fleck of tobacco. Though he would never admit it, he detested the taste of his father's pipe. "I have tried everything, Father. I've been kind to her. I've promised my strong arm will be hers forever into the horizon, until I am dust in the wind. And I've tried bargaining with her."
"What bargains?"
Hunter shot a wary glance toward the shadows, where his mother sat listening. "After my mother left the lodge, I said that perhaps I would be a tired Comanche when the moon rose if she were to eat and drink."
"And if she didn't, and you were not tired?" Many Horses' dark eyes filled with laughter. He too shot a glance into the shadows. "The bargain did not please her?"
Hunter shook his head.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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