1. Resisting Fate - Part One of Three


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

    didn't understand, he shook his head and got back up on his own. I may not have known exactly what he said, but I has a pretty good idea of what he was thinking. *** "This white women is crazy." I said to the wind as I finally got her on her pony. She covered herself with so many clothes that the sun must have made her mind weak. I understood her need to bury her husband. While we prefer to burn our dead, I would not expect her to leave his body for the buzzards. What I did not understand was her need to collect so many worthless things. She filled a bag big enough to burden the pony! Did she not realize where we were? Did she not understand that we would need to move out of these lands before we were found by the Arapaho? If a woman or child of my people had acted so foolishly, I would have put them over my knee! I should have forced her to leave those things, but for some reason, I could not bring myself to do it. I decided instead that if those things made her happy, then she could keep them. It was past midday before we finally left that killing ground. I was pleased that she could ride well enough. All through the afternoon she prattled and chirped in her strange tongue. I had no idea what she was saying, but her tone was nagging, as if she were scolding me. Occasionally, I would turn and stare at her with no smile and she would blanch fearfully, as if she feared I would hurt her. It may have been mean in spirit, but each time I turned back toward the horizon, I could ...
    not help but smile in amusement. There was just something about this woman that I found irresistible. I had never seen a White woman up close before. Her pale skin and long, golden hair seemed to glow in the sun, and her eyes sparkled with the deepest blue of the sky. If I were to have chosen a woman, I would have been lucky to find one as pleasing to my eye. If only she would shed those useless layers of clothing. They covered her body like a sack, hiding her female shape. I found myself wondering what she would look like bathing in a pond. It was a pleasant thought. Considering the soot and dirt that now covered her, I knew it would not be long before I got my chance. I could simply have taken her as my woman, of course. I had saved her life, and she had chosen to come with me. Among my people and the people of the plains, her becoming mine would be expected. But she was of the Whites, and I was not sure of their ways. As I wanted her to be happy with me, I would not force her to share my lodge. To gain her trust, I would first have to learn her ways. That night, when we slept, she stayed on the far side of the fire, preferring the cold wind at her back to the warmth of my body. I knew then she was going to be a difficult woman to tame. That morning, I woke at dawn and spent an hour hunting for game. When I returned, she looked miserable and sad and she glared angrily at me, as if I was the cause of her misfortune. She spoke in her tongue again, making words that made no ...
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