In a husky whisper he recited the prophecy to her. When he finished she stirred in the crook of his arm.
" is your song?"
"
, yes."
"But, it's beautiful!"
With a start, Hunter realized he thought so, too. "Since my boyhood, I had much hate for the words." He twined a length of her hair around his finger, smiling. "And great hate for the honey-haired woman who would one day steal my heart. I wished to kill you, yes?"
"But I'm not the woman in your song."
"Ah, yes, you are the woman."
"The song says the People will call me the Little Wise One. They don't! And they never will. I'm far from wise."
"It will come to pass," he assured her. "It must. All of the words must."
She saw shadows creep into his eyes. "What is it? Why are you so sad?"
The muscles along his throat knotted. "My song says I will one day leave my people. I am Comanche. Without them, I will be as nothing, Blue Eyes."
Loretta stared sightlessly into the shifting shadows, watching the play of firelight. "It's only a legend, Hunter. A silly legend. Hatred going away on the wind? High places and great canyons of blood! New tomorrows and new nations?" She turned her face toward him. "Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?"
He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind.
" is your song?"
"
, yes."
"But, it's beautiful!"
With a start, Hunter realized he thought so, too. "Since my boyhood, I had much hate for the words." He twined a length of her hair around his finger, smiling. "And great hate for the honey-haired woman who would one day steal my heart. I wished to kill you, yes?"
"But I'm not the woman in your song."
"Ah, yes, you are the woman."
"The song says the People will call me the Little Wise One. They don't! And they never will. I'm far from wise."
"It will come to pass," he assured her. "It must. All of the words must."
She saw shadows creep into his eyes. "What is it? Why are you so sad?"
The muscles along his throat knotted. "My song says I will one day leave my people. I am Comanche. Without them, I will be as nothing, Blue Eyes."
Loretta stared sightlessly into the shifting shadows, watching the play of firelight. "It's only a legend, Hunter. A silly legend. Hatred going away on the wind? High places and great canyons of blood! New tomorrows and new nations?" She turned her face toward him. "Look into my eyes. Do you see a new morning with new beginnings?"
He searched her gaze, and then, in a husky voice that reached way down inside her, he whispered, "Yes." He drew out the word until it seemed to echo and reecho in her mind.
( Catherine Anderson )
[ Comanche Moon ]
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