1. Resisting Fate - Part Two of Three


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    repeating “My Dove, My Dove.” *** My mind was thick with thoughts that night. I still did not understand my beautiful Elsie, but I would never again doubt her sanity, or her love for me. Her gift was far too wonderful for me to ever believe otherwise. My beautiful White Dove curled up in my arms and was asleep before my heart calmed to its steady beat I was exhausted from the kiss she gave my body. She had quenched the fire in my blood with a magic I'd only heard whispers of. It was a gift. I could believe nothing else as she could not have felt what I did from that kiss. I wanted desperately to return her a gift of equal value, but I had nothing worthy of her love. My brothers and the older warriors of the tribe had spoken over the camp fires of their times with women who had kissed them so. It was common for married warriors to brag of their intimate times with their wives. They laughed and slapped each other on the back, proving their manhood to us as the night hours passed. I was old enough to marry, but my own hesitance, and desire to be alone, had made it hard for me to find a woman I could love. My mother pushed me many times to find a wife, but there was none in the tribe I wanted to share my lodge with. Finally, if for no other reason but to escape her disappointment, my father encouraged me to follow my spirit in a quest to become a man. It was then I made my way to the Great River. I had hoped to return as a great hunter, with such valuable pelts that the others ...
    would consider me their equal around the fires. It was then I knew what gift I could give my Dove to equal the one she had given me. I had known from the beginning that her white man's clothing was not suited for the plains. I saw her in my mind with a dress of beaver fur that would be beautiful on her body and that would keep her warm when the winter came in its fury. All night, I toiled by the fire, weaving pelt after pelt into a dress worthy of her beauty. By the time I was finished, my best pelts were sown together and I felt proud of my work. I could think of no better use for those hard-won skins. It was with a great contentment in my heart that sleep took me that morning. It was cold when I woke. Elsie was cooking something over the fire, huddling close as she tried to hide from the biting wind. "Good morning, my dove," I said with a great yawn, and she smiled at me when she saw me rise. "You slept late, Red Elk. I wondered if I made you overly tired last night." Her face turned pink and that shy smile flashed like the morning sun on her lips, but this time she held my gaze. "A man could sleep many days after such a kiss." I came over to her and held her close, sensing a shiver in her body. "Come. I have something for you." Perhaps the spirits blessed us that night, but somehow we were more able than even to speak, and Elsie looked at me skeptically as I went back the bed roll. "I don't think the morning is the appropriate time for another kiss in the skins," she said ...
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