1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 49, Source: LushStories

    done. I did not follow as quickly as I might. I knew I could catch her and wrestle her into the soft grasses, but what then? She would only see me as the savage she once did. No, though my heart was heavy and sadness fell like a fog on my mind, I would not try to make her love me. I was careful as I came up to her at the fire. She was beautiful as she lay in my bed skins. Her gaze told me again it was not anger she felt, and I lay next to her, pulling the skins over us both to try to comfort her in her worries. Elsie sighed and moved near until she was nestled in my arms. In that moment, I knew in my heart that I would love her until the end of my days. We slept together that night, our bodies together in love if not as mates. I found a deep and satisfying joy in merely stroking her hip and she seemed more relaxed and comfortable with me than she ever had. I was sure that she would one day show me the affection I desired. But for that, I was prepared to wait. This was much how we spent many nights as we traveled toward the forests of my people. During the day, we rode, pointing at rocks, clouds, or any of the small animals we saw. I would say their names in my tongue and she would repeat it and then speak their names in hers. Over time, we began to be able to speak in a strange mixture of our words that I am certain no other could have followed. Still, Elsie, my beautiful White Dove as I began to think of her, gave me no reason to think she might want to share her love in ...
    the way women do with men. I was saddened by this. Perhaps it was because she missed her home. I began to fear she traveled with me only because she had no other choice. I had chosen to save her life, and by the custom of my people, that made me responsible for her. I hoped I could fulfill this responsibility as her husband, but on that day, the day I saw the tracks, I realized that I might have to return her to the company of the Whites. Elsie didn't see the marks their hooves left in the ground. I have been tracking my entire life though and I could see the deeper impressions left by the steel shoes the Whites put on their ponies. Without explaining this to her, I changed our direction to follow the marks left by the white men. The tracks were fresh, and by the time the sun began to lower in the sky, I spotted the soldiers. Men like these had often shown violence and hatred for the people of the plains, but I trusted that they would be merciful and respect the safety of a lost women of their own. I held back, keeping out of sight so as not to give them cause to draw their weapons. Elsie saw them too and I could see she was thinking about them, just as I was. My eyes were filled with tears and my heart hurt as if I had been pierced by a lance as I told her to go to her people. Elsie gazed at me and then turned toward the soldiers. "Go to them," I told her as my tears ran hot down my cheeks. I was angry at the fate that had brought her to me but as much as it hurt, I wanted her ...
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