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soldiers, the captain smiled. “I was just about to come searching for you, Mrs. Dumont.”
    â€œShe was safe enough,” Yellow Jacket snapped.
    Twilight waved the captain off. “There’s no problem, Captain, except that these people seem to be short on food and supplies. I hope you’ll be able to do something about it.”
    â€œI’ll try,” said the officer.
    â€œI doubt that,” the Indian said.
    â€œLet’s go now,” Twilight said, and caught the officer’s arm. He took her bag from her hand and helped her up into the buggy.
    Then Captain Wellsley climbed in. The buggy was ringed by brown, hostile faces. For a moment, Twilight was not certain they would be allowed to leave. After a long minute, Yellow Jacket nodded to the people, and they moved back to allow the buggy to move.
    The Confederate officer cracked his little whip, and the buggy pulled out, followed by the small squad of soldiers.
    Twilight could still feel Yellow Jacket’s dark eyes boring into her back as they drove away.
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    Yellow Jacket watched her go, angry with her and with himself for feeling attracted to the white woman. Behind those smoky, twilight-colored eyes, he sensed a fire and passion that was being carefully held in check, waiting for the right man to release her emotions. A hundred years ago, he might have taken a woman like that captive on the eastern frontier, made her his woman. Now women like that one belonged to rich white men like the captain. However, he sensed that the small female was more woman than that high-class, weak male could handle.
    His giant mixed-blood friend, Smoke, came across the circle and watched with him until the buggy and its escort were out of sight. “Forget about her,” Smoke said. “I used to see women like that on plantations. If you even looked their way, the white master would have you flailed until your skin was in shreds.”
    Yellow Jacket snorted in disgust. “She’s the crooked storekeeper’s sister. Does that tell you what I think of her?” He spit on the ground in disgust.
    â€œBut she’s beautiful,” Smoke said.
    â€œTo hell with her. She’s from Alabama; her plantation was probably built on some of our stolen land.”
    The ancient one wants to see us,” Smoke said.
    â€œWhat about?” Reluctantly Yellow Jacket tore his gaze away from the disappearing buggy.
    â€œYou know what about,” Smoke said. “Just three or four of us are going, and we might not make it back.”
    â€œYou mean . . . ?”
    â€œYes. We’ve got to ride north and see if we can bring the bluecoats back to help.”
    Yellow Jacket shook his head. “We haven’t a chance of getting through the rebel lines.”
    â€œBut we must try,” said the big mixed-blood. “Our people will be slaughtered here if we don’t get help.”
    He would be riding to his death to try to get through rebel lines, but Smoke was right—they must try—and they had both faced death before. “May the Master of Breath protect us,” Yellow Jacket said, and turned to go to meet with their ancient leader.

Chapter 4
    Yellow Jacket felt annoyance and anger as he and Smoke strode to meet with Opothleyahola. He had not taken a woman of his own although he was almost thirty winter counts old. Many Muskogee girls had flirted and hinted that they would be pleased and honored to share his blanket, but none of them attracted him. Now he was furious with himself that the only woman who had made his blood run hot was an enemy white girl who was as far out of his reach as the ancient stars where the Master of Breath resided. He hated the haughty Southern widow because she occupied his mind and emotions when he should be concentrating on the fate of his tribe and revenge for the deaths of his brother and niece.
    Smoke put his brown hand on Yellow Jacket’s broad shoulder as they walked.