Brave the Wild Wind ww-1

by Johanna Lindsey

  “But why? He speaks English.”

  “He disdains to use it when it is not necessary,” White Thunder explained.

  Jessie was irritated. “Then why did he learn it to begin with?”

  “You wish me to ask him?”

  “I can ask him,” she said curtly.

  “Do not speak with him directly,” White Thunder warned quietly. “Do not look at him so boldly, either, or reveal what you are thinking.”

  She laughed. “Do you know you sound just like your mother?”

  “Be serious, woman.” White Thunder frowned at her. “He is serious. Besides, for what he intends, it is customary for him to speak through a third person.” He raised a questioning brow at her. “Do you understand now?”

  Jessie’s forehead crinkled in a frown. What was he trying to tell her? She had never known White Thunder to be so cryptic.

  “Perhaps if we just got on with it,” Jessie suggested, glancing apprehensively at Little Hawk.

  The two men spoke at length, and Jessie’s apprehension grew when it became obvious that they were arguing. If she only had some inkling of what the meeting was all about.

  The men fell silent, and Jessie found she’d been holding her breath. When neither man spoke again, she prompted, “Well?”

  “It is as I guessed,” White Thunder told her shortly. “He wants you to be his woman.”

  Jessie was speechless. She told herself she ought not to be surprised, but she was.

  She turned to Little Hawk then, and their eyes locked for a moment before she looked away. Yes, he did want her. Suddenly she was flattered. This was soothing balm after the despicable way Chase had treated her.

  “Just his woman, or his wife?” she asked hurriedly.

  “His wife.”

  “I see ...” Jessie gazed up toward the top of the tepee, musing.

  White Thunder was taken aback. “You are not considering accepting?”

  “What did he offer for me?”

  “Seven horses,” he answered.

  “Seven?” Jessie was impressed. “Why so many? Is he rich?”

  “Simply determined, I think. One horse would be for me, for agreeing to speak for him, since he has no close friend here to do so. Two horses would be given to Runs with the Wolf, since it is his tepee you occupy. The other four are for you, and will remain yours, along with all your own possessions.”

  “And the tepee,” she prompted, knowing that a tepee was considered the wife’s property.

  “No, not the tepee,” White. Thunder confessed gently. “This was the main reason I told him it would not work. He already has a first wife.”

  “He does?”

  “Yes.”

  “I see,” Jessie said stiffly.

  Why she was suddenly so angry she didn’t know. Perhaps because it had been nice to feel wanted, to forget about her troubles at the ranch. A fairy tale, however.

  “Tell Little Hawk I am flattered,” Jessie said, “but I cannot possibly accept. Tell him white women do not share their husbands. I will not be a second wife.”

  To Jessie’s relief Little Hawk accepted her refusal gracefully. He had a few more words with White Thunder, then left the tepee.

  “He said he expected your refusal this first time,” White Thunder told her gravely. “He seems to think you will get used to the idea and change your mind.”

  “Oh!” Jessie was getting worried. “I suppose he will stick around, to press his suit?”

  “I can guarantee you have not seen the last of him,” replied White Thunder.

  Jessie shook her head. A few days before, she had been without a man and as free as you please. Now she had more than she cared to handle.

  Chapter 15

  IT was late afternoon of the fourth day that Chase had been on the trail. He had never thought he would have to come this far. He had stopped at Ft. Laramie, spending a night there, and had been directed to White Thunder’s village. He knew this would be the right place. It had to be. There was no other settlement nearby.

  The village looked peaceful enough in the late afternoon sun. Children were playing. He could see women working, men gathered in groups. There were many horses tethered by the tepees, meat hung up to dry, skins spread out for tanning. It seemed a prosperous village, and tranquil. He crouched near a creek, watching. Could this be where she was?

  His question was answered immediately, when he moved a little way down the creek to where an overgrowth of shrubbery and trees blocked the village from view. He had meant to hide there, but he stopped when he saw a woman bathing in the creek. She was naked to her waist, and she wore an Indian breechcloth. Chase moved closer to the bank, leading his horse carefully. He was far enough away that she couldn’t see him.

  He forgot about the village, forgot everything as he watched her bathing. It was Jessie. He was sure of it. Her hair was loose and clinging to her wetly. Lord, she was beautiful, a goddess kissed by the sun. Her breasts were much fuller than he remembered, unencumbered by a shirt. They stood high and proud above her tiny waist and gently swelling hips. Chase was mesmerized. Why was she so special, so lovely?

  His musings came to a sharp halt when he saw that Jessie was speaking to someone. Then he saw the Indian. He was sitting, with his back against a gnarled tree. The Indian wasn’t facing Jessie, but he turned to look at her when she spoke to him.

  Chase was furious. A man was watching Jessie bathe! It was a shame his fury overcame him, because he lost all awareness of his surroundings. Black Bear Hunter, White Thunder’s older brother, was moving slowly toward the white stranger. From his position, he could not see Jessie or White Thunder, the man who was talking to her. It appeared only that the white stranger was spying on his village. Black Bear Hunter approached Chase ever so cautiously.

  Jessie managed to put Little Hawk from her mind as she let the cold creek water trickle over her body. She and White Thunder had often taken baths together when they were younger, but Wide River Woman had put a stop to that when Jessie’s body began developing curves.

  White Thunder still accompanied her, however, to protect her.

  It was really because of Black Bear Hunter that White Thunder was there. He was the only one in the village who had never tolerated Jessie’s visits. Twice the brothers had argued over her. And several times Black Bear Hunter had come upon Jessie alone and frightened her terribly.

  She had not seen Black Bear Hunter last year, or during this visit. She knew he had recently taken a wife and had his own tepee. She wondered if he was perhaps less severe now.

  Jessie broached the question to White Thunder, calling over her shoulder, “Does your brother still hate me?”

  White Thunder was so surprised by the question that he forgot himself and turned to look at her. “But he has never hated you.”

  “Of course he has.”

  White Thunder turned away quickly. It had been a long time since he had seen her without clothes. His face heated. It had happened before, and he was furious with himself whenever it happened. He could not bear what he sometimes felt for her. They were friends. He would not jeopardize that.

  “Did you hear me, White Thunder?”

  “Yes,” he called back without looking at her. “But you are wrong in mistaking what he feels for hate.”

  “But you know how he’s always been,” Jessie reminded him.

  “He did not like it that you came here, but only because you were white like my father, the one who took Wide River Woman away from her first husband, Black Bear Hunter’s father. He lost his father because of that, and he bears a grudge against whites, all of them.”

  “But I was a child. I was blameless.”

  “He knew that. He even came to regret his treatment of you, but it was too late by then.”

  “Why? I would have understood.”

  “Yes, but would you have understood all the reasons for his change? You see, he found himself wanting you.”

  She was surprised, and a little disbelieving. �
��He had a funny way of showing it,” she scoffed.

  “Because you are white. Because he could not permit himself to want a white woman. He took pains never to let you know. He was harsh because it was not easy to conceal what he felt for you.”

  “But how do you know this, White Thunder?” Jessie asked. “Did he tell you?”

  “No. I just know.”

  “Well, you could be wrong, couldn’t you?”

  “I doubt it. But would you prefer to go on thinking he hates you, when that is not true?”

  “Yes, I would.” She was quite serious. “It is rather disconcerting to suddenly find I am wanted by so many men. I am not used to it, and I don’t understand it. It is not as if I am a vision of beauty, you know.

  I’m usually sweaty and dusty from work, and dressed in pants. Why, Little Hawk didn’t even see me in a dress until today. Yet he and Chase—”

  “So that is the name of the other one?” White Thunder interrupted.

  “We will not discuss him,” Jessie said stonily. “Just tell me, is Black Bear Hunter happy with his wife? Can I expect less hostility from him now?”

  “He is happy, but how he will feel about you I cannot say.”

  “Where is he?”

  “He went hunting, and he should return any time. In fact—” White Thunder stood up, his expression alert. “I believe that is his victory cry. You hear it?”

  “Yes. You go ahead, White Thunder. I’m almost finished.”

  “You are sure?”

  “Yes. Little Hawk will be inspecting Black Bear Hunter’s prize, so he won’t bother me, and I’m not worried about anyone else. Go on.”

  Jessie finished washing her hair. She didn’t hurry. As much as she had on her mind, she wasn’t curious about Black Bear Hunter’s prize. She would hear of it later, she was sure.

  Imagine Black Bear Hunter wanting her, too! She shook her head, bemused. It was all so strange, the different aspects of wanting. Blue had wanted her. Little Hawk wanted her. Chase had wanted her, but only for the one time. And Black Bear Hunter fought his desire, continually hostile because he wanted her. In all of that, where was love? Rachel had only pretended to love Thomas, and what Thomas had felt couldn’t be called love, for it had turned to hate. In books, real love was bountiful, but Jessie had never seen two married people display the kind of love she had read about. Was there really any such thing as love?

  A little while later, dressed, her hair still wet but braided in two neat plaits, Jessie turned toward the narrow path leading up to the camp. Little Hawk stood there, blocking her way, standing with his feet slightly apart, his arms crossed over the wide expanse of his chest. He had removed his ceremonial shirt and his leggings, and was wearing only his breechcloth and moccasins.

  Jessie managed to hide her surprise. She stared levelly at him.

  “If you are finished, I will walk you back,” Little Hawk offered.

  “So now you will speak English?”

  “When it is only the two of us, it is necessary,” he replied with a shrug. Then he said abruptly, “You should not be here without the gun you carry on your hip.”

  “It wasn’t needed. I wasn’t alone until just before you came. You did just come, didn’t you?”

  “If I say yes, will it make you happy?”

  “What kind of answer is that?” Jessie snapped.

  “You would rather hear that I came while you were still drying yourself?”

  Jessie’s eyes blazed. “Why didn’t you make yourself known? You had no right to... to stand there and watch me!”

  “You let White Thunder watch you.” He made the observation calmly.

  “He didn’t watch me,” she insisted. “He wouldn’t do that. He’s my friend. I trust him.”

  Little Hawk grinned. “You will learn to trust me.”

  “How can I when you sneak up on me?”

  “Hold, Looks Like Woman.” He cut her off and in two steps he was beside her, forcing her to look into his eyes. “Why are you angry? Do you begrudge me the sight of you when I have made my intentions clear? Is it not reasonable for a man to seek out the woman he has asked to marry? I did not know I would find you as I did, but I am not sorry. The sight of you gave me much pleasure.”

  He went on to say something more, but he had switched to his own language, and while Jessie was confused at the change, he kissed her.

  It was a shock. She felt it right down to her toes. It frightened her, and she was powerless to resist.

  When he finally let her go, he stood looking at her intently, passionately. He smiled, thinking he had won that round. “You have the sky and the forest both in your eyes, and when you are angry, they light up like the stars. But you must learn to curb your temper, Looks Like Woman. My first wife is a gentle woman

  —she would not understand these emotions of yours that rage like storms.”

  “You needn’t worry!” she said hotly. “I won’t be meeting your wife—ever. And I can walk back to camp myself, thank you.”

  She tried to pass him, but he caught her arms. “Does it bother you this much that I have a first wife?” he asked softly.

  “Of course it does.”

  “But I can love you both.”

  “I know your customs,” she said defensively. “But I am from a different culture, and I couldn’t be happy sharing a husband.”

  “Then I will give up my wife.”

  “Don’t you dare!” Jessie gasped. “I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t live with myself if you did that. You must care for her.”

  “Yes, but I want you, Looks Like Woman.”

  Jessie wanted to scream. “Look, I’m not even a virgin,” she said quietly, her cheeks turning rosy. “So forget about me and—”

  “That does not matter.”

  “It doesn’t?” she asked, disbelieving.

  “No.”

  Having nothing further to say to him, she pushed away and ran up the path.

  He let her go but called after her, “A Sioux does not give up easily, Looks Like Woman.”

  “You’d better learn to!” she shouted back at him just before she broke through the bushes and saw the camp.

  She heard him laugh and ran faster, running all the way to Runs with the Wolf’s tepee.

  Chapter 16

  CHASE woke slowly, the pain in his head making him groggy and disoriented. His shoulders hurt and his hands were numb. What the hell?

  His eyes flew open. There were tepees around him, and a group of Indians sitting about a fire, not far away from him. He tried to move his arms, and rawhide cut into his wrists. The pain cleared his senses. Chase moaned, wishing he hadn’t awakened.

  One of the Indians heard Chase and motioned to the others. Two rose and approached him, looking down at him. He was sitting on the ground, his hands tied to a pole behind his back. As he looked at them, he tried not to look afraid. Both Indians were young, probably younger than he was, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

  “You have broken our treaty, white eyes,” the taller man said. “You will suffer the penalty for that. But first you will tell us who sent you here to spy on us.”

  Chase didn’t recognize the man who spoke to him as the one he had seen by the creek with Jessie. But he noted the blue eyes, the difference in his facial structure, and he took heart.

  “You’re half white, aren’t you?”

  “You will answer questions, not ask them,” was the harsh reply.

  “This is ridiculous,” Chase said impatiently. “I don’t know who attacked me, but he’s made a mistake. I’m not from around here, and I know nothing about your treaty. And I’m not a spy.”

  Chase waited while the two men conferred in their own language. Then the taller man faced him angrily.

  “Black Bear Hunter says you lie. It was he who captured you. He found you concealed on the creek bank, watching our village. He thinks the Army sent you here, and he will know the truth of it even if he must force it from you.”

 
Chase felt his insides tighten. “This is all pointless. I came here to find Jessica Blair. And I know she’s here. Ask her about me.”

  The two Indians spoke again, and this time the shorter one stalked off angrily. Chase dared to take hope when the other one turned to him, his features relaxed, beginning a slow smile.

  “You should have said that much sooner,” the brave scolded.

  “I can see that,” Chase replied. “But your friend wasn’t too happy about it, was he?”

  “No. He would have preferred to kill you.”

  Chase paled. “Is that the penalty for breaking a treaty? But the Army wouldn’t stand for that.”

  “The Army left this area at our demand. We destroyed their forts, we drove them back. They would not break the treaty for one man, even if they had sent the man themselves. This region belongs to the Cheyenne and the Sioux, and the Army agreed that no whites should trespass.”

  “Yet you allow Jessica Blair to break the treaty?”

  The Indian frowned. “She is a friend to us. And just who are you?” he demanded, his expression solemn.

  “Jessie knows me. If you’ll just tell her Chase Summers—”

  “Chase!” the Indian echoed. His eyes narrowed. “I think Looks Like Woman would prefer to let my brother have you.”

  With that, he walked away. Chase tried to call him back, but he wouldn’t stop.

  What the hell had made him so angry all of a sudden? All he had said was his name. Chase grew very uneasy. Jessie must have said something about him, and whatever she had said, it couldn’t have been good.

  The sun set. No one came. The Indians at the fire drifted off, and still no one came. Chase tried working on his bonds, but they were firm. He began to feel desperate. Where was Jessie?

  When Jessie did come, she came with the blue-eyed Indian, and Chase didn’t recognize her at first. She looked like an Indian, wearing the Indian dress and knee-high moccasins, her hair fastened in two braids. Her expression was impossible to read. Was she there to help him or to gloat over his predicament?

  “You could have come a little sooner,” Chase said, trying to make his tone light.