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would never harm the hair on your head. I
love it. It is my beacon. A shining beauty of the night.”
    “But why must White Hawk watch you do this?”
    “He comes to my tent to confirm you will be mine in word and
deed.”
    “I will! I promise!”
    I smiled to console her. “This is our custom. White Hawk
confirms that I have taken your innocence and that you have agreed to my
domination.”
    “He will touch me?”
    I nodded at my frightened wife. “Do not fear this. He is
kind. Are you not, White Hawk?”
    My brother used a few words of English I had taught him. “I
will be good to you, Shining Moon.”
    She glanced from him to me.
    “My brother is a kind man.”
    “Oh, my husband, I would hope so, but—”
    “My moon, be at peace. I will begin the ceremony of your
shaving. He will finish it.”
    Sensuous woman that she was, Shining Moon shivered. But when
she blushed, I knew she would also permit White Hawk to touch her intimately.
    My jealousy raged inside my chest. I set my jaw, determined
to allow my brother his honor. He would finger her, caress her and then inspect
her cleanly shaven cunt. He would confirm I had claimed her and then he would
stand and watch me as once more, I fucked her and finally secured her as my
wife. I summoned my manly honor and tribal pride. I would share her for this
custom. I must. Enfolding her in the hide, I smiled broadly at her.
    “Come, my lovely moon, soon you will want him as much as you
want me. I promise this is so.”
    She bit her lower lip. But to take the sadness and confusion
from her face, I held her tenderly and fucked her rapidly. She went up in
flames for me and cried out as I emptied my new seed inside her. “Worry not on
this now. Come to my tipi, pretty wife, and I will help you forget your past
and accept your future.”

Chapter Six
     
    Bull Elk carried Fancy back to his tipi, White Hawk on his
heels. As the three entered the camp, a few braves circled around them. Fancy
recognized them as members of the raiding party who had accompanied Bull Elk
the day before to capture her. Behind them stood a dozen or more women. One
ranted and raved, her arms up in the air as she cried out. Fancy noted that the
woman’s dark hair had an uneven cut as if she had hacked away at its length.
She looked terrible, with bleary eyes and bleeding palms, a torn hide gown,
tears streaking through dirt on her cheeks. Brandishing a knife in one hand, she
shouted at Bull Elk, calling him by his Comanche name of Patuwa kum and
shaking her fists at him. In his own language, he responded to her.
    She spat into the grass before him, muttering angry
sentiments.
    Fancy clutched her husband tightly.
    Handing Fancy into the arms of White Hawk, Bull Elk spoke to
the woman in mellow tones.
    She scoffed at him, jabbing her knife at him while he
carefully dodged her thrusts.
    “Who is this?” Fancy asked White Hawk, who pressed her
firmly against his naked chest. “Why does she do this?”
    “Second wife of Knows Brown Bear sorry for his death. Must
scream. Show respect.”
    Fancy stared at the woman who yanked at one of her own
braids and sawed it off as she mourned with eerie cries of despair. “She must
cut her hair?”
    “She make cuts on her arms and legs too,” White Hawk
whispered.
    Fancy trembled. She herself was now a wife. The wife of the
chief. Would she be expected to do the same if Bull Elk ever died?
    “Not fear this,” White Hawk said into her ear. “I protect
you.”
    Would he? Could he? If this was another custom of their
tribe, how could she escape it?
    The widow began to keen in her grief, then dropped to her
knees and beat the earth with her fists.
    Bull Elk spun toward Fancy and his brother, his mouth grim,
his shoulders down in defeat. Extending his arms, he silently took his wife
into his embrace. “Come, brother. We have much to do.”
    Once inside his tipi again, Fancy tried to wipe her mind of
the scene outside. As Bull Elk stood her in the center of his