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she stared blindly at the river. It was only when she moved to sit on a low rock near the water that he made the decision to approach her. He could not stand listening to the quiet, agonizing sobs shaking her slender body.
Moving silently out of the woods and through the shallow water, he paused only when he heard the dogs give a low growl of warning. They stood protectively near their mistress. The hair on their backs standing straight and their deep growls warning him not to come closer without their mistress’ permission. He waited calmly to see how the white woman would react to him being so close to her.
Indy heard the soft growls of warning from Tweed and Chester. She looked up to see what they were growling at and recognized the Lakota brave who had been watching her earlier. Motioning for the dogs to lie down, she turned and looked at the man standing in the middle of the cold river bed in resignation.
“ Your feet are going to turn to ice if you don’t get out of there, you know,” Indy said releasing a shuddering breath and wiping her wet cheeks on the sleeves of her shirt.
Maikoda stared at the white woman a moment before slowly crossing the rest of the river. “You are not afraid of me,” he stated quietly.
Indy smiled glumly and shook her head. “Takuwe iyecetu mis un kokipe un mitiblo ki?” Why should I be afraid of my brother? Indy asked in Lakota with a weary, dry humor.
Maikoda jerked to a stop, staring in disbelief at the white woman sitting so calmly in front of him as if she did it every day and speaking to him in the tongue of his people.
“How is it you know the language of my people?” Maikoda asked, confused. Nothing about this white woman made sense to him, not the way she dressed, not the way she acted, and definitely not the way she spoke.
Indy laughed softly at the surprise and confusion flashing across the face of the man standing in front of her. “My godfather is a Lakota medicine man. It was pure survival if I wanted to know what his kids were up to when I was growing up.”
“ Your godfather is an Indian?” Maikoda asked curiously. “What is his name? Perhaps I know him.”
Indy shook her head. She was through with men wanting to find out more about her. With her luck, Hayden might have taken into account she might hide out on the reservation near the ranch. She was sure he would have posted a missing person poster on her there as well. She was better off just moving on. It would be safer in the long run if she didn’t stay in any one place for long.
She looked at the man standing in front of her and shook her head again. “No way, I’m not telling anyone anything,” Indy informed him firmly, standing up. “If you want to stay that’s fine but I have work to do before I leave. I hate leaving any job half-assed,” she told him as she walked over to where she had thrown down her work pouch in her anger.
Maikoda watched as the white woman picked up the hammer and the bag of nails she had dropped earlier. She walked around him, heading toward the lean-to where the horses stood nibbling on the grass growing around it. Hanging her pouch on one of the vertical posts, she walked over to the side of the cabin and pulled the ladder down so she could use it. Without a word, Maikoda walked over and took it from her. He carried it over to the lean-to and set it against the side.
“Thanks,” Indy muttered.
“ Will you tell me what you are called?” Maikoda asked, watching as Indy tied the cloth belt around her slender hips.
He couldn’t help but look at the glittering jewel in her belly button. He felt strangely protective of the white woman climbing up the ladder. He would need to reflect on it later tonight when he was alone. It was as if the Spirits guided him to her. He felt that it was important that he watch over her. He did not understand why but something told him she was to be protected.
“Indy. What’s your name?” Indy asked, pulling pieces of loose
Moving silently out of the woods and through the shallow water, he paused only when he heard the dogs give a low growl of warning. They stood protectively near their mistress. The hair on their backs standing straight and their deep growls warning him not to come closer without their mistress’ permission. He waited calmly to see how the white woman would react to him being so close to her.
Indy heard the soft growls of warning from Tweed and Chester. She looked up to see what they were growling at and recognized the Lakota brave who had been watching her earlier. Motioning for the dogs to lie down, she turned and looked at the man standing in the middle of the cold river bed in resignation.
“ Your feet are going to turn to ice if you don’t get out of there, you know,” Indy said releasing a shuddering breath and wiping her wet cheeks on the sleeves of her shirt.
Maikoda stared at the white woman a moment before slowly crossing the rest of the river. “You are not afraid of me,” he stated quietly.
Indy smiled glumly and shook her head. “Takuwe iyecetu mis un kokipe un mitiblo ki?” Why should I be afraid of my brother? Indy asked in Lakota with a weary, dry humor.
Maikoda jerked to a stop, staring in disbelief at the white woman sitting so calmly in front of him as if she did it every day and speaking to him in the tongue of his people.
“How is it you know the language of my people?” Maikoda asked, confused. Nothing about this white woman made sense to him, not the way she dressed, not the way she acted, and definitely not the way she spoke.
Indy laughed softly at the surprise and confusion flashing across the face of the man standing in front of her. “My godfather is a Lakota medicine man. It was pure survival if I wanted to know what his kids were up to when I was growing up.”
“ Your godfather is an Indian?” Maikoda asked curiously. “What is his name? Perhaps I know him.”
Indy shook her head. She was through with men wanting to find out more about her. With her luck, Hayden might have taken into account she might hide out on the reservation near the ranch. She was sure he would have posted a missing person poster on her there as well. She was better off just moving on. It would be safer in the long run if she didn’t stay in any one place for long.
She looked at the man standing in front of her and shook her head again. “No way, I’m not telling anyone anything,” Indy informed him firmly, standing up. “If you want to stay that’s fine but I have work to do before I leave. I hate leaving any job half-assed,” she told him as she walked over to where she had thrown down her work pouch in her anger.
Maikoda watched as the white woman picked up the hammer and the bag of nails she had dropped earlier. She walked around him, heading toward the lean-to where the horses stood nibbling on the grass growing around it. Hanging her pouch on one of the vertical posts, she walked over to the side of the cabin and pulled the ladder down so she could use it. Without a word, Maikoda walked over and took it from her. He carried it over to the lean-to and set it against the side.
“Thanks,” Indy muttered.
“ Will you tell me what you are called?” Maikoda asked, watching as Indy tied the cloth belt around her slender hips.
He couldn’t help but look at the glittering jewel in her belly button. He felt strangely protective of the white woman climbing up the ladder. He would need to reflect on it later tonight when he was alone. It was as if the Spirits guided him to her. He felt that it was important that he watch over her. He did not understand why but something told him she was to be protected.
“Indy. What’s your name?” Indy asked, pulling pieces of loose
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