1. Resisting Fate - Part Three of Three


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: Poppet, Rating: 35, Source: LushStories

    nothing compared to the real life. My eyes scanned over the rows of neatly spaced tepees, the gardens, and even the animals caged off, had their own place. It was a stunning sight to see, taking it all in was completely overwhelming. Though the village was not what I expected, I still feared not being accepted by Red Elk's tribe, and this made me want to run back to the safety of traveling with just him alone. I felt comfortable with him, but to invite in a whole tribe of strangers as family, it scared me. Worse yet, maybe they didn't want some white woman invading their homes. I wouldn't blame them. The Whites have done awful things to them in the past, and they might simply see me just like the other whites. Regardless, I tried to trust Red Elk when he said that his parents would welcome me as his bride and one of their own. Even as he said it though, my belly roared with fear and my heart fluttered quickly, like a butterfly trying to escape a cage. I clung to the ropes of my horse and rode down with Red Elk, but still, part of me wanted to pull the horse back the way we came. Suddenly, a soft but stern voice filled the air, as many of his people began to run towards us. A short, rounded woman, who had the most beautiful long dark hair with silver streaks came barreling towards us, speaking to Red Elk. I understood snippets of what she said and it was clear she was Red Elk's mother. Her hug was tight around him, but her gaze quickly moved to me and then back at her ...
    son's. Before he had a chance to speak, I introduced myself. I did my best to greet her as Red Elk taught me, causing his mother to smile, but her efforts in saying my name failed her, just as it had her son so many weeks ago. She hugged me as tightly as she did her son and welcomed me into their camp. The comfort of her hug relaxed me enough to feel my unease settle. Soon it became less like a raging sea storm, and more a bumpy carriage ride. Grey Wolf finally made his way out to us, trying to speak to his son, but Singing Bird hushed him into silence. He seemed many ages older than his wife, but smiled happily at me. His dark eyes were caring and gentle. They looked as though they had many years of life's stories behind them. One of the older boys, who looked as though he was in his late teens, took my horse as the children that had gathered around us all pawed at me, wanting to take my hand so we could walk the rest of the way into their camp. They were so cute and gentle, but curious about everything. They touched my golden blonde hair and caressed my milky white skin. I felt like a novelty, but I understood why they were so curious. They had never seen a white woman, especially this close. I found it to be rather nice, because it reminded me of my younger siblings. I answered their questions as best I could, as Red Elk put our horses away and spoke to his father. There were many of us in Red Elk's home. The large living area around the fire filled with joyful people, all ...
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