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There is no need for this formality. Who out here but us will ever know?” She tried to coax a smile form him, but the reminder that there truly was nobody around to know anything that they did on this late night walk home was part of what was making it so imperative, he continued to keep some kind of distance between them.
“You are right, but your father, I am sure, would prefer it if I continue to address you this way. It is what is proper, yes?” Reluctantly she agreed and let the subject drop. As they reached the path to the manse, she took him by surprise. She reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek.
“Thank you for walking me home,” she said simply. She caught his hand as he tried to pull away. “I hope that we will be friends again tomorrow?” Those simple, innocent touches inflamed him, and unable to stop himself he pulled her roughly towards him, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Surprised, she gasped, and unwittingly allowed him all the access he needed to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He crushed her to him and was stunned as he realised that Eliza was no longer rigid from the shock of his attack, and was in fact kissing him back with just as much ardour. A light flickered in the window, and the sound of a brawl bundling out of the saloon brought them both rapidly to their senses. Amitola put Eliza down, and watched as she ran to the house, tears flooding down her cheeks. He leapt onto his horses back and rode out of town and across the plains as fast as he could go.
Chapter Six
Eliza had settled into her new life and still pinched herself every morning to ensure that it was all real. She had grown to love the wild and rugged landscape around her, enjoyed the mix of races, languages and types of people that came in and out of the town at all times and was building great friendships with the sorts of people that would have been kept completely from her sight in Boston. She saw her father blooming in this new world too. His congregation was growing and was as diverse as the town itself. He was much loved and respected here as a man of God and as a good man. His opinion was often sought by the new town council and he was often called upon to mediate between disputes over claims and other issues. He was seen as a wise and fair judge in any matter that required arbitration, even though some townsfolk were concerned about their growing relationship with the Sioux, many saw it as a good thing that they were creating a bridge between the two peoples; they were neighbours, after all. But she couldn’t forget the feelings Amitola’s kiss had created within her. No matter how busy she kept herself, and how much she tried to dismiss it as a fantasy and everything she could ever have imagined a passionate kiss to be, it was branded on her heart. She had never before understood how women could lose their virtue, had thought it such an unpleasant thing from all she had heard that it had made no sense that a woman would be prepared to lose so much in the name of love and carnal pleasure. But now she knew why. Every part of her ached with desire for him. Every moment they spent together at the school a sweet torment. The kiss was never mentioned, as if it had never happened. Amitola continued to be politely formal, and they carried on their duties and just accepted their plight.
Twice a week she would take the buggy out to her class on the reservation, collecting Emmeline along the way. They would chatter and laugh, and they created a school that catered for everyone’s needs together. They both enjoyed the chance the school gave them to learn the beautiful language and customs of this ancient nation. Eliza in particular loved the stories that Amitola would tell the children, and would become almost as caught up in the magic of them as they were. She taught them English, how to read and write and all about manners and politeness. She did not teach them about the Bible, but did read them stories from the
“You are right, but your father, I am sure, would prefer it if I continue to address you this way. It is what is proper, yes?” Reluctantly she agreed and let the subject drop. As they reached the path to the manse, she took him by surprise. She reached up and kissed him gently on the cheek.
“Thank you for walking me home,” she said simply. She caught his hand as he tried to pull away. “I hope that we will be friends again tomorrow?” Those simple, innocent touches inflamed him, and unable to stop himself he pulled her roughly towards him, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Surprised, she gasped, and unwittingly allowed him all the access he needed to plunder her mouth with his tongue. He crushed her to him and was stunned as he realised that Eliza was no longer rigid from the shock of his attack, and was in fact kissing him back with just as much ardour. A light flickered in the window, and the sound of a brawl bundling out of the saloon brought them both rapidly to their senses. Amitola put Eliza down, and watched as she ran to the house, tears flooding down her cheeks. He leapt onto his horses back and rode out of town and across the plains as fast as he could go.
Chapter Six
Eliza had settled into her new life and still pinched herself every morning to ensure that it was all real. She had grown to love the wild and rugged landscape around her, enjoyed the mix of races, languages and types of people that came in and out of the town at all times and was building great friendships with the sorts of people that would have been kept completely from her sight in Boston. She saw her father blooming in this new world too. His congregation was growing and was as diverse as the town itself. He was much loved and respected here as a man of God and as a good man. His opinion was often sought by the new town council and he was often called upon to mediate between disputes over claims and other issues. He was seen as a wise and fair judge in any matter that required arbitration, even though some townsfolk were concerned about their growing relationship with the Sioux, many saw it as a good thing that they were creating a bridge between the two peoples; they were neighbours, after all. But she couldn’t forget the feelings Amitola’s kiss had created within her. No matter how busy she kept herself, and how much she tried to dismiss it as a fantasy and everything she could ever have imagined a passionate kiss to be, it was branded on her heart. She had never before understood how women could lose their virtue, had thought it such an unpleasant thing from all she had heard that it had made no sense that a woman would be prepared to lose so much in the name of love and carnal pleasure. But now she knew why. Every part of her ached with desire for him. Every moment they spent together at the school a sweet torment. The kiss was never mentioned, as if it had never happened. Amitola continued to be politely formal, and they carried on their duties and just accepted their plight.
Twice a week she would take the buggy out to her class on the reservation, collecting Emmeline along the way. They would chatter and laugh, and they created a school that catered for everyone’s needs together. They both enjoyed the chance the school gave them to learn the beautiful language and customs of this ancient nation. Eliza in particular loved the stories that Amitola would tell the children, and would become almost as caught up in the magic of them as they were. She taught them English, how to read and write and all about manners and politeness. She did not teach them about the Bible, but did read them stories from the
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