You should not be alone. What if I had been a Lakota warrior instead of one of your own people?”
“Then I would be taken. I know the risks. Still I would not give up my freedom because of fear. It is like sunlight to a flower. I need this time to keep...”
He waited and when she did not speak he repeated her last word. “Keep?”
“Keep from going mad.” Just like her father. She could see herself as a heyoka. Going out when others went in. Tanning roots instead of hides. Making medicines instead of food. Gathering Osha Root instead of the life-sustaining Bitterroot and Timpsula tubers.
“Other women live in camp and leave only in groups for safety. You could venture out with them.”
“And you could learn to paint tepees or make weapons instead of hunting buffalo.”
“That would kill me.”
“Then you understand my need to wander. Even if it comes at a cost. It is who I am.”
He met her gaze and then nodded. “I understand.”
Night Storm’s dog sat beside Skylark, leaning heavily against her leg.
“Ah. You two have not been formally introduced. This is Frost.”
She stared down at the now-familiar dog. “We have met but I am glad to know his name.”
The dog’s head reached her hip. He was lean and lanky. The tips of his ears stood up like a wolf’s and his tail was full and bushy as any fox. The rest of his coat was short and uniformly gray except for his white muzzle and the spots upon his chest that spread outward and did look very much like his hairs were frosted. His eyes were clear, alert and the color of a lead bullet.
Night Storm squatted and scratched the dog, who sat down, tail now thumping the ground.
“He has been with me since...” His hand traveled down the dog’s spine and Skylark found her own spine arching at the sensual sight of his big, broad hand stroking over Frost’s body.
It was her physical reaction that caused her to fail to notice immediately that he had stopped speaking in midsentence. She saw that he was now staring up at the treetops with unfocused eyes. Frost noticed his master’s distraction, as well, and poked Night Storm’s bare leg between his loincloth and the tops of his leggings with his cold wet nose. This brought Night Storm back to attention.
Night Storm petted his dog and Frost’s tongue lolled as his eyes half closed.
“What was I saying?”
Skylark frowned. “You were telling me when you got your dog.”
“Oh, yes. He came to me after my last battle. He kept coming into my mother’s lodge. Finally my mother just let him stay. She thought he would be good company for me. And so he is.” Night Storm straightened.
She offered the back of her hand to Frost. He licked it. Then she scratched his cheeks and petted his head. When she glanced up at Night Storm, it was to find him staring at her with an expression that reminded her of pain.
“Are you all right?” she asked.
“No. I don’t think so.”
Their gazes held fast and she felt the blood rising in her body. Was he having the same sensual reaction to watching her stroke his dog as she had felt watching him? The possibility filled her with a giddy longing mixed with terror.
They stood, hands at their sides, eyes dipping and returning to meet. She remained fixed to the earth, stubbornly refusing to yield to the calling of her body to touch his. At last he looked away.
“What should we do next?” asked Night Storm.
“I suppose I should find out all I can about you. Ask you many questions. I will need to know your signs before you fall and all about your falls. Have you had many?”
“Three.”
“When was the first?”
He glared at her and she knew. Of course, it was when they met. That was why he thought she had cursed him. His eyes narrowed.
“I am not a witch. I cannot bring frenzy witchcraft or love magic. I cannot shape-shift, nor do I see visions.”
His eyes widened and then his gaze darted away. Did he see visions, she wondered.
“But I know many cures. Some for falling.” She folded her hands and squeezed one with the other.
“Start with those,” he said.
The silence stretched and she cleared her throat. “Now about my questions.”
“I will answer, but let me first see to my horses and make a camp.”
A camp. Her stomach lurched. Of course, he would make a camp. She was staying here in the forest with him for two days. And two nights. Alone.
Fear and anticipation mingled.
She warned herself against his appealing mouth and the enticing line of his jaw. He retrieved his bow and she watched the muscles of his forearm cord. His body was strong and muscular. It appeared perfect, but, just like her, he had flaws. This was not the kind of man she should want. Still, some part of her did. Was it because he had been bold enough to approach her in the woods that day?
She recalled their first meeting and his offer to make her his second wife.
“You were promised to a woman. Have you taken her as a wife?”
He stilled and spoke to her over his broad shoulder. “No.”
She nodded and he turned away from the direction where she could find her tribe.
No wife, she thought, watching him. He looked so strong. So perfect.
“Because of...” She wanted to ask if it was because of her but could not.
“I will not marry her until I am well.”
Skylark absorbed this blow. He needed her help to return him to his path. But he did not want her in the way she wanted him.
Heyoka, she thought. Wanting a man who did not want her.
Sky stiffened her shoulders and her resolve. Certainly she had enough sense not to become involved with a man who loved another.
He glanced back at her. “Are you coming?”
“Yes.” But I will not share a buffalo robe with you. No matter how handsome you are.
He led the way to his horses and Frost trotted along with them, occasionally darting off after a ground squirrel or some other alluring scent.
She was surprised to see two pack animals, a chestnut and a red roan. Neither wore a saddle.
Where was his mount? The men always rode. Women rode only on traveling days and only if there was room on the horses after they were packed
