1. Resisting Fate - Part Three of Three


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

    bed, waiting to fall asleep. Tears burned my eyes, rolling down my cheeks softly, as I felt my heart pound in my chest. I did my best to try and sleep, but it simply wouldn't come. I missed the comfort of Red Elk's arms and feeling his body pressed against mine. I had never felt safer than I did when he held me. What was I thinking? How could I be so foolish? I really am crazy! It was then that I wrapped the blanket around me and quietly walked through the camp, to find Red Elk. It wasn't so hard, but I feared waking someone else up and being caught. When I made it to his tent, I slid in next to him and softly nuzzled my face into his bare chest. Red Elk moaned softly as he felt me next to him, and he wrapped his large arms around me, snuggling his face into my hair. I could feel him breathe in deeply, “My white Dove,” he spoke so softly that I was surprised I heard him say it at all. Within moments, I was fast asleep in his arms… *** After traveling so long with White Dove, I now understood that she would never be able to give herself to me until she was my wife. I had not considered this when we first met. To me, she was more the captive, and a prize of battle, than even I was willing to admit at the time. I thought it my right to have her after saving her from the Arapaho. It was only as time passed, and my feelings for her became truly as a man feels for his woman, did I realize how little regard I gave to her cultural values. As I held her in my arms that night, I came ...
    to understand how difficult it must have been for her to come to me. We had shared a part of ourselves while we were alone, but since arriving at the camp, she had made it known to me that even those moments could not be until I made her my own. I knew also, and with all my heart, that this is what I wanted as well. I had never met a woman like her, and so I determined as we lay there that I would speak to the elders in the morning, and request that the marriage ceremony be carried out as quickly as possible. My White Dove's odd virtue, and my own need to have her with me, demanded nothing less. So it was that I sought out my father the next morning. The look of pride I had seen in his eyes the previous day was still there, and he welcomed me to his side with the tribal elders, not as a boy, as they once did, but now, as a man. "Red Elk," began Chief Two Moons, "it is well that you have returned. You have come back to us as a skilled hunter and warrior. I am eager to hear of all those things that happened while you were away." "I have been gone since the last snows, Two Moons. I made my way to the Great River and there I spent the warm season hunting for beaver pelts. It was my hope that this solitary time would show me how to be a man for my people." "Those pelts you speak of, son," my father broke in. "They are the ones that your White Dove now wears?" "Yes, father. The clothes she wore before were not suited to a life on the plains." Two Moons nodded. "To give this white ...
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