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Part 4

I stood up and started pacin' tryin' to find sumtin to do wit my hands. I stopped and looked into Becca's green eyes and muttered, "It war after Green River that I started sellin' my scalps to furiners. I dint wont to keel no mo'. All that keelin'd left me drained. I war bad hurt. I'd six arrow wounds on me, two war festerin'. I'd carried three lead balls and a spear wound, and all of 'em war festerin'."

I glanced over to Flyin' Dove and said, "I war ready to jest go to my cabin and live out my days, but the Company convinced the English government to punish the Cheyenne for wot happened at Green River. Iron Belly'd gotten up all his braves and war ready to head on out. Thar no match for those English troops, so I got out of bed and told 'em it war my job to stop the English. Then the old medicine man, Mamaa'e (War Bonnet) told a story from the prophet Ma'heoneve'ho'e (Seer). The prophet said 'That a white child would one day lead the Cheyenne and protect them from the ve'ho'e (white men).' So I rode out and stopped the British troops from getting out of the valley."

Becca wit her hands in her lap rolled her eyes and sighed, "Now you're making fun of me. You stopped a column of British troops?"

Flyin' Dove reached over and held Becca's arm as she assured the green-eyed woman, "Notaxe Ma'exanestse speak true. He did stop the red coat army all alone. Notaxe Ma'exanestse said Cheyenne could not fight the red coats. White men must fight white men."

I jumped in statin', "I knowed if the Cheyenne fought, thar would be war. I'd haveta be the one to carry the fight. So I hit 'em sneaky like. At night, I'd sneak in thar camp and steal some weapons or powder. Sometimes I'd salt thar water barrels. Sometimes, I'd steal thar uniforms or boots. When thar marchin', I'd gaze a hoss and make it buck or I'd shoot the hat off a soldier. After ten days of that they up and quit."

Becca jest up and laughed. She laughed so hard tears ran down her cheek and war arollin' on the ground. I war gittin' mad and said, "It's true I tell ya. I dint lie."

Becca tried hard to stop laughin' and said, "I believe you. I'm just trying to imagine those troops barefoot and in their longjohns."

Now, I'd haveta admit that war a funny picture. I remember all the chuckling I did while I war adoin' her. Becca stopped laughin' and axed, "Didn't they just blame the Cheyenne for what happened? Surely they wouldn't admit that one person stopped their column."

I smiled ear to ear and answered, "Ya see one of those nights of sneakin'. I went and seen thar captain and 'splained to him who I war and that iffin he wonted a real war I could do her too."

The red hard gal's head done a quick shudder as she muttered, "Oh, I see. By the way, you told me the story, but Flyin' Dove said you saved her. How did you do that?"

I quickly replied, "She were one of the girls taken. She war only eight yearen then."

Flyin' Dove swooped in and said, "We were so scared. Bad men were forcing the maidens and had two girls, who not yet on their moon time. One girl was only ten. I thought they were going to come for me next. When I saw Notaxe Ma'exanestse come riding and killing the bad men, I got scared wit all the fighting so I ran. He came riding after me and scooped me up and rode me back to the camp."

Now Becca had the whole story. I war a little worried. She war an eastern woman and they like to read books about keelin', but they don't like to be around people that done it. Becca patted my arm and stated, "Let me talk to her alone. You go back to the party, before somebody misses us all."

I war really skeered now. She war sendin' me away. All I could think of war that all my keelin' had made her skeered of me. I wonted to cry, but warriors dint cry. I walked over to my brother's feast.

Becca took a deep breath and launched her skiff, "Flyin' Dove, you don't really love Mar. You love the hero that saved you from the badmen. You need to settle down and marry Two Crows. You need to have a baby of your own. Mar can't give you children."

She gave Becca a sheepish look and replied, "Notaxe Ma'exanestse is blessed by the Gods. He can do anything. But it is true. I will not win against you. You have eyes to war with his. He has only love for you. I will marry his brother and be a good wife. That way I can at least be his sister."

Becca smiled and decided thar war no real winnin' this argument. And since everythin' war workin' out she knowed it war time to bring in the chickens. So she held out her hand and axed, "You ready to go back to your party?"

I war a beaten dawg when I got back to the far. My brother pulled me to set next to him. I sat and et the lucky buffalo meat, but my heart felt like a stone. My mother sar I war unhappy, so she called me to the side and axed, "What is wrong my son?"

So, I told her about wot happen in the lodge, about the kiss and how Flyin' Dove showed up. How Becca went to hep the girl after I knocked her down for kissin' me. Then I told how I came up on her talk wit Flyin' Dove and told her about Green River. I nearly screamed, "Mother, she hates me. She sees the blood and it scares her. She sent me away."

My mother started cryin' agin. I knowed that war fer me. She war cryin' cause I kint.

When Becca got back wit Flyin' Dove, she sar that I war holdin' my mother, while she cried. Becca came over and axed, "What's wrong Flower?"

I answered, "She cries fer me, cause I kint."

Becca question me seriously, "Why can't you cry for yourself? And why would you need to be crying?"

I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "I kint show any weakness. No Cheyenne warrior would show tears in public. But me mo' than most, cause they expect it of me one day."

Becca nodded, "I understand. Now, why is she crying for you?"

I must of really looked hurt, cause Becca grabbed my face wit her hands and axed, "Is your side hurting again?"

I shook my head and kep it down. I dint wont to look into her eyes. I dint think I could stand it. But she lifted my chin and made me look in her eyes. I dint see no fear. My heart leaped, but I war some confused. She had sent me away. Thar war nuttin' left to do but ax, "Why did ya send me away?"

Becca face looked very confused and stated, "I didn't send you away."

I war mo befuddled than a rooster in an outhouse. So I lowered my chin to my chest and mumbled, "Yeah ya did. After I told ya about Green River. Ya sent me away. Ya couldn't ... the keelin' ... the blood on my hands"

Becca lifted my head by my chin and almost whispered, "I didn't send you away, because you scared me or that I hated you. I sent you away so I could talk to Flying Dove about you, your brother and her. She wouldn't have talked to me about, if you were sitting there. Mar, you have saved me and my baby.

You have cared for us when no one else would. You have taken responsibility for us without any thought of what you'd get out of it. Nothing you ever did in your past could make me send you away. Matthew and I need you. We need your strength and your skill. We need you to protect us and provide for us. As for me, I hope to bring some comfort and peace into your life, because you need it. And I think you want it."

Tears war arunnin' down Becca's cheek. I wiped them as best I could wit my hands and I axed her, "Now, why ere ya cryin'?"

Becca looked me square in the eye and said, "Because you can't."

Flower in the Sun watched me and Becca and war relieved. 'Finally!' she mused 'Notaxe Ma'exanestse has someone to cry for him. Being the chosen of the Gods had been a lonely life for my child, but now maybe it will be better. I can only hope.' She smiled to herself at the thought as she wiped a single tear from her cheek..

Iron Belly, too, watched us and shook his head thinking, 'It is about time. I was beginning to think I had raised a stupid child. Soon, there will be another wedding. Yes, the white buffalo has been a good sign.'

Two Crows looked upon my face and then Becca's face. He smiled and glanced at his soon-to-be-wife and sar acceptance. It puzzled him, but war eased some when she turned and smiled.

The next morn, everybody war busy gettin' ready. The wedding would wait until we got back to the village. Now war time to hunt for winter meat. Snow war already in the mountains. Soon, travel would be impossible.

So the women got the travois ready and thar skinning knives. Becca dint know how to skin an animal, so two children were told to hep her. Neve Nahkohe (Four Bears) war nine yearen and war lookin' to be a man soon. Me'êševôtse Vaotseva (Baby Deer) war eleven yearen and war mo' than anxious to hep the woman of Notaxe Ma'exanestse. She dint know it, but she war real high in the peakin' order.

The hunters got thar hosses and weapons to go ahuntin'. We war goin'ta move out ahead and keel bills, which should stampede the herd so's, the women and youngsters kin go skin and cut the meat from the dead bills. Then the meat and skins ere loaded on the travois.

In Salt Lake City, Porter Rockwell went talk to Brigham Young about the complaints of Sister Ruth. She still wonted Brigham go to git her nephew. Brigham axed Porter, "What do you think, Porter?"

Looking out the windar Porter answered, "Well, I think as long as Mar Hunter is pro-tecting her, we need to let it lie. Mar is nuttin to fool wit." He turned and stared at Porter hard for a spell. Then he turned back to the windar shaking his head and said, "Ya heard 'bout Green River. We'd take her, but we'd lose a lot men doin' her. Not to mention, Iron Belly would raid every train we brought west."

Brigham shook his head at the thought of war wit me , "Tell her we won't help. The Saints aren't going to take a child from his mother because someone don't like the mother. And we don't need the trouble."

Porter Rockwell went to see Sister Ruth. "Sister Ruth," he said apuffin his chest out real 'fishal like " It war de-cided the Saints ere'nt goin'ta git involved in yourn family bidnes."

Sister Ruth jes stared at him, open'in and aclosing her mouth like she was trying to talk but twern't nothin commin out. Then she throwed her head back to the sky and started ahollering to her god to strike Mr. Porter dead for not deliver'n her kin from the evil heathen woman. She yelled and ahollered,

Then she tried threatenin' and then she begged. Ported jest stood there awatchin the whole thin wit a reall serious look on his face. After a spell and seed she wern't let'n up none so he turned on his heal and left witout anutter word.

Furious at being ignored Sister Ruth figgered to take matters inta her own hands. She went to her cabinet and got her bag of gold. "The Lord helps those who help themselves," she says as she tots the bag out the door determined to hire some hep for her holy mission.

We topped the ridge and sar hundreds, maybe thousands of buffalo coverin' the grassy plane like a brown blanket. Thar as far as the eye could see war bills. We road down easy so's to git close fer the first shot. Onct we started aridin' and ashootin' they'd run. So we wonted to down several bills rait off. We wonted at least twenty-five bills afore we stopped.

Thar were eleven rifles, counting mine. The rest had bows and spears. I knew how to reload on hoss back, but the others dint. So when they shot they would haveta get off and load. We worked our way down, lined our shots and fired. We follered up our shots wit a charge. The bills started off slowly, but as a couple more fell, the herd started to move.

The women and youngsters came over the rise to start askinnin' and acuttin'. They moved down to the carcasses. Baby Deer'd the baby carrier and held my string, while Four Bears show'd Becca how to start askinnin'. Becca war finishin' the first bill, while Four Bears war askinnin' a second bill when a wounded bull topped a rise between the skinners and the hunters.

The wounded bull sar one of his tormentors and charged Four Bears. Becca yelled at the boy, but he froze as he looked up and sar the bill achargin'. I never knowed why I done it, but I looked back and sar the bull start it's charge. I turned my hoss and rode back, but I knowed I'd never make it. So, I pulled up my hoss, stood up in my stirrups, sited the buffalo and farred. The bull went down. However, the buffalo keep slidin' at Four Bears. I sar Becca out of the corner of my eye arunnin' at Four Bears. I yelled fer her to stop. I rode my hoss hard at 'em. Becca dove at Four Bears knockin' both of 'em out of the way of the slidin' bill.

I had to carry Becca to my hoss and ride her to the camp, cause she turned her ankle in savin' Four Bears. I put the injured blonde to bed and made her some tea ta help her sleep. That night Four Bears and his parents thanked me and Becca a hundred times. Four Bears war thar only son. It'd been hard on 'em if they'd lost him. Nanose'hame (Mountain Cat), Four Bears' pa, brought Becca two blankets and roll of cloth, and me a new knife and a quiver of arrows for saving his son. I accepted fer both of us. Becca war asleep and I couldn't shame him by not acceptin'.

The hides war treated and stretched to dry. We'd enough meat to dry. The women war strippin' it to dry. Wat we needed now war fer it to git a little colder. Then the meat would freeze and we'd have fresh meat in the winter. So's it war decided to wait fer the weather to cool befo' huntin' mo'.

Becaa's ankle war swole and she'd problems gittin' around. So, Vose Mo'e'êstse (Mountain Grass), who war Four Bear's ma, took keer of Becca, while I war ascoutin' the country. It war necessary to know who war around. After a two-day scout, I came back to Becca tannin' some buffalo hides and strippin' buffalo meat to make jerky in camp.

The weather'd turned and it war time to find mo bills. Two Crows had cut a sign that morn so's we went ahuntin' fer fresh meat. I took two mo' bills, it war mo than 'nuff. So, I decided to hep Becca wit the skinnin'. I planned to take jest the six hides and some jerky. We had enuff fresh meat in the smokehouse and the Cheyenne would need it mo' than we would.

Sister Ruth'd no luck in findin' her some gunmen willin' to go into the mountains this time of year. Some war willin' to go come spring. But most had no truck wit me. Thar war easier ways to git money than ta cross me. Twarnt no brag that I war good at keelin'. I'd done it fer a long time. I dint like it, but a person has to know wat thar place is. My place's as a warrior.

Sister Ruth'd haveta wait until spring thaw afore she could try to take Becca and Matthew from me. The old biddy thought it'd be easy wit enuff men. She war plain stupid. I ain't never lost. That war my place to win.

That night Iron Belly'd a visitor. The Crows sent an emissary of peace. They wonted the war over. Lead Belly surprised me by axin' me and Becca to talk. It warnt normal for a woman to go to setch thins. I'd no idear wat war in Iron Belly's head. He knowed I warnt goin'ta make peace wit the Crows til my pa came back.

Two Crows, Iron Belly, Mountain Cat and the Crow, Ogichidaag Giniwag (Warrior Eagle), who was war chief for the Crow Nation set by the main far passin' the pipe. Warrior Eagle handed the pipe in ritual greetin'. I warnt gonna shame Iron Belly, so's I done the ritual greetin' and set. I handed it Becca, not knowin' wat else to do.

The petite blonde took it and to my pride copied me. Then she set by me and held my elbow wit her head on my arm. I could feel that she war nervous. Warrior Eagle stood and hollered. "What is this woman doing here. This is council for warriors, not for woman and children."

I started to stand but Becca held onto me. So's I yells while settin', "What would a Crow know about warriors. They count coupe on woman, children and dogs."

Becca whispered, "Please keep your temper, Mar."

Fer her I calmed down. Iron Belly sar me settle and said, "Sit. You insult this council. I asked that the woman be here. As you can see, my son is calmer with her here. She can cool his hot blood."

I started to tell the old Cheyenne that nobody ruled me, but I felt her calmin' hand and I kept my peace. I could tell Two Crows war ahidin' a smirk. I telled myself I'd talk to him later. Warrior Eagle set down and looked like he et some bad apples. I war tired of this silly council. I warnt gointa change my mind, so I said, "You have come to talk, so talk. I weary of Crow councils."

Becca whispered into my ear, "Translate for me, please. I want to know what is going on."

I looked at her and smiled my agreement. I translated, "I jest told him to talk or I'm leavin'."

Becca murmured, "I think you should at least hear his proposal."

I sighed and agreed. Warrior Eagle spoke, "Your war with the Crow has been hard on my people. You have been killing our young warriors for many seasons. We cannot afford to lose any more of our young men. Therefore, we must have peace. We will listen to any terms for peace. My people cannot war against one chosen of the Gods."

I told the clingin' blonde what the Crow warrior said and replied, "I have told your people many times that if you give me my father back I will make peace."

Iron Belly jumped in and axed, "Aren't I your father, now. Have I not given you back what you lost? The Cheyenne follow you my son, but war is coming with the white soldiers. We cannot fight both the Crows and the white eyes."

Becca looked to me to 'splain and I telled her wat everybody'd said. She looked at me and muttered, "Mar, we've Matthew to think of. One day you'll lose and then what will Matthew and I do without you? Would your father want this to continue until you get yourself killed?"

'Damn she's rait, Pa'd be madder than a badger at me. To tell the truth, I war tired of the killin'. How do I git out of this war? I kint appear weak. I gotta ax fer sumtin. I know,' I thought.

"Warrior Eagle, I will forgo my war on two conditions. The first is that you promise to help protect Becca and her son if something should happen to me. The second thing I want is twenty horses."

Iron Belly smiled, he'd knowed the woman'd sway me. Two Crows war agrinnin' to beat the band. I knowed that thar laughin' at me about sumtin, but damn if I could figger it out. Warrior Eagle shook his head and started smokin' the peace ritual. I did her, too. Then, Iron Belly sealed the deal fer the Cheyenne.

Jest like that, my twelve-year war wit the Crows war over.

That night thar war a big party to celebrate the end of the war. Becca set next to me and made shore I got plenty to eat. Becca danced wit the maidens and widows and selected me fer her pardner. Flyin' Dove took Becca fer woman talk, while I went to ax Two Crows wat war so funny at the council.

I injuned up on Two Crows and flipped him to the ground. I looked down at him and smiled, "Hello, Brother, I wanted to know what was so funny at the council today?"

Two Crows stayed put. He warnt no fool. He dint wont to git knocked down agin. So he spoke from the ground, "Brother, I was not laughing at you. I was watching my brother in love with his woman. It pleased me."

"What do you mean in love? Becca is my friend, that's all."

Two Crows laughed out loud this time and replied, "Brother, then, why could she make you do what is not in your nature. You stopped the war for her, not the Cheyenne or the Crows, but because she wanted it. You are in love with her."

I held out my hand for my brother and he took it. I heped him up and slumped my shoulders then axed, "What do I do, Brother? You are right. I am in love with Becca, but she will not have me."

"How do you know brother? Have you asked her?"

"No, I don't have to. She is from the East. She does not see me as a warrior. She sees me as a woman. And a woman cannot love another woman in Christian eyes."

Two Crows put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Brother, you do not know until you ask. Come, we will go get some horses and you will ask her to marry you. She is not a blind or stupid woman. She cannot help but see you as a warrior, because anyone that has seen you fight will know the truth. She is a brave woman. She is a worthy mate."

I wonted to believe my brother. So, I went wit him to pick my five best hosses. My brother gave me one hoss and my father gave me two more. They war apushin' me, but that war thar job, thar family.

Meanwhile, Becca war talkin' to Flyin' Dove about me. Becca war confused. She told Dove,

"Flying Dove, I am with child. I will have this baby in the spring."

Her former rival axed, "Does Warrior Eyes know this thing?"

"No, what can she do? My husband is dead and my babies will not have a father."

The dark skinned young woman smiled and explained away the problem, "Warrior Eyes will be baby's father. He make strong father. He teach sons be good warriors."

Becca was exasperated and responded to the suggestion, "Flying Dove, Mar is a woman, but I think I have feelings for her. In my culture, two women cannot be in love. It is against God."

The young Injun woman shook her head and said, "But Warrior Eyes is not woman. He warrior. Woman can no be warrior."

Becca smiled and replied, "Of course, she can be a warrior and a woman. She is both. She is the best fighter I have ever seen. I saw the fear in Warrior Eagle's eyes today. He was afraid of her. But she is a woman. She has the same body as you or I."

The Injun maiden laughed and stammered, "Warrior Eyes has muscles like a man. We do not have muscles. He wrestle any man in camp and win. He carry more buffalo meat than any other man. He number one with any weapon. Woman cook, make clothes, take care of baby. Can he do these things? No. So if he can do things only man can do, but cannot do things woman can do. Then how can he be woman?"

Becca could only stare. She knowed she could never make Flyin' Dove understand. 'Dove lacks the cultural reference to understand Mar. In her eyes Mar must be a man, because that is where she fits bests in their culture. But what about me, I have the cultural basis to know Mar is a woman. The question is do I love her? Yes. Can I live without her? No, that thought makes me feel empty,' thought Becca, 'I will let Mar make the next move. If she asks for my hand, I will accept. I really have little choice. Mar is the only one that can protect the baby and me. Besides I have to admit it to myself, if no one else, I love her'

Becca tells Flyin' Dove, "If Mar asks, I will marry her. But you must not tell her I told you this. I want her to make up her mind and ask me without coaching."

Flyin' Dove nodded and hugged her soon-to-be sister, fer Flyin' Dove knowed whar my heart war, while asayin', "You are wise woman, Sister."

The party war almost over when I came into camp with my five ponies. I went up to Becca and handed her the reins of the ponies. Becca looked at the pony reins and said, "Mar I have something to tell you first. I will have another baby in the spring. Best I can figure is the end of March or beginning of April. So, if you want to take these reins back, I will understand."

I couldn't believe it; I soared inside. I sar she war gettin' nervous by my hesitation. So I smiled and axed, "Will you keep the hosses?"

She kissed me and the camp cheered. I dint know it then, but later Flyin' Dove told me many hearts war broken that night. I think she war afunnin' me.

Two Crows brought over our father and said, "Father, this will be your new daughter. We will have a double wedding when we get back to camp. Father, she will have another baby in the spring"

Iron Belly smiled big and kissed Becca on her hand. Then he came over and hugged me, saying, "We feast when we get home. I was beginning to think I had raised a stupid son. Now, I will go greet my new grandson. He is with his grandmother, I think. And she will want to know another grandchild will be here in the spring. This is a joyous day."

The next day was spent packin' up the camp. My string war loaded down with buffalo hides, tallow and meat. The trip back would be much slower. We arranged fer my twenty new ponies to be delivered to Bridger. I would pick them up come spring.

Everybody war in a hurry to git back. Two war chiefs war gittin' hitched, that war special. They knowed the party would be special. Four Bears and Mountain Cat axed to make Becca's steam hut. Becca accepted fer. Iron Belly war to do mine.

We left rait after the sun rose to quarter high. It war an easy trip back. The snows had started and thar warnt nobody alookin' fer trouble. The peace war aholdin'. Every body pushed hard and we made good time gittin' back.

The first six days back war spent gittin' ready fer the weddin'. It war gointa be tight. Iffin we dint git hitched soon, we war gointa be snowed in. So on the sixth night back, we went to our steam huts to be purified. Bein' it winter, a camp wigwam war put upfacin' the steam huts so's we could just jump out the hut into the wigwam. Thar we'd jest git our weddin' duds on.

My mother, her two sisters and Flyin' Dove's ma war abusy sewin' the final stitches on our weddin' duds. They'd been aworkin' on 'em since we left the huntin' camp. After being in the steam hut overnight, we all jumped into our wigwam. It war cold at first, we went from a steam hut to a semi-warm wigwam. But thar war blankets waitin' and a big far.

We all got quickly dressed. My mother'd made me a deer-skin shirt and pants with a blue eye design made out of beads sewed on the back of the shirt. It war the finest outfit I ever owned. The leather'd been tanned a dark brown til it war almost black.

When I got to the center of the village, Two Crows war there wearin' a light tan antelope skin shirt and pants with two crows designed in beads sewed on the front of the shirt. We watched as Becca and Dove came into view.

Dove war a wearing a white leather skirt with bead work all over it. Her mother'd been aworkin' on it for two yearen. But Becca out shown 'em all. She war wearin' a full dress made out of the green velvet cloth I got at Bridger's. I'd no idear she'd brought that wit her. She'd probably planned on aworkin' on the dress, while stayin' in the village. The color war perfect fer her. I only got it cause it matched her eyes.

Cheyenne weddin' ceremonies war simple. The couple stand together and some drums ere beaten. Ya hold hands, while the Medicine Man ties a rope around both of yarn wrists, joinin' ya together. Then the drums stop and the Chief cuts the rope and ya married.

It war over and the party started. I left Becca and Matthew at the party with my folks. I'd git ready to leave in the morn afore we war snowed in. After everythin' war ready, I went back to the party. I got Becca. Two Crows and Flyin' Dove had already went back to their new home. Me and Becca war spendin' our weddin' night in my folk's place. They and Matthew war bunkin' wit Four Bears and his folks fer the night.

Now, neither one of us knowed wat to do. I mean I warnt ever wit anyone and Becca only knowed her husband. We got undressed and just kind of stood there looking at each other. This war new ground fer us to furrow. So we started out wit sumtin Becca knowed, kissin'.

Tentatively at first, our mouths met and I felt Becca's tongue in my mouth. It shocked me, so I pulled away. Becca started touchin' my face and said, "I'll show you what to do. This time you put your tongue in my mouth."

I nodded okay and tried agin. This time I put my tongue in her mouth and she started suckin' on it. I could feel her warm naked body next to mine and I started feelin' light headed. We keeped on akissin', then I felt a warm feelin' building up inside me below my stomach. My leg started gittin' wet from sticky stuff comin' from me.

I'd never felt this afore and pulled away agin to see if sumtin war wrong with me. Becca smiled and axed, "Haven't you ever been aroused before?"

Alarmed, I axed"Is this sticky stuff natural?"

Becca nearly laughed, but caught herself and answered, "Yes, darling, that's natural. It means you are being aroused. Haven't you ever fingered yourself?"

"Noooo," I said shyly.

Becca pulled my face to hers and axed, "Mar, do you trust me?"

"Of course."

Becca then cooed, "Just relax and enjoy. Lie down, love."

Becca relied on what pleasured her. The green-eyed woman ran her hand lightly over my warrior breasts. It felt like my chest war on fire. I must have tensed up cause Becca purred, "Relax, Sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you. Listen, turn over on your stomach and I will help you relax."

I done it and laid with my naked back ashowin'. This war amakin' me real nervous, cause I showed my back to nobody aforen. Becca took some buffalo fat that the women used to keep their skin from adryin' and started arubbin' it in my back. It felt good and I warnt nervous no mo'.

She added some wood to the far. I guest she war cold. Then she took my blanket off my legs and astarted rubbin' the buffalo grease into my legs. That feelin' in my stomach and between my legs war like aburnin' my insides. I ain't never felt so good aforen. I figger Becca war asweatin' fierce cause I could feel wetness acomin' from her on my legs.

I felt her breath in my ear, when she whispered, "I'm going to make you feel good. Don't fight me. Trust me. You'll like it."

I felt her arubbin' the fat in my rear and between my legs. A jolt of some kind ran through me when she touched my privates. I had no idear what it war she war adoin', but I liked it. Suddenly, I felt giddy and lightheaded. I war asweatin' and had atrouble breathin'. I raised my bottom to git mo' contact. Then I felt a big jolt that caused my body to jerk all over. It happened again. Then it happened a third and fourth time. Becca stopped adoin' anythin' and just plopped down on our buffalo robes.

Becca laid on top of me and whispered in my ear, "Did you like that?"

I had atrouble talkin', so I jest nodded. I could feel her alayin' on me. And I could feel her burnin' into me. I wonted to make her feel like that too. So I told her, "You lay down and I'll do you."

Becca laid on her back. It war different than what she done to me, but I war game iffin she war. I took the grease and astarted gently rubbin' it into Becca's bossom. She seemed to be alikin' it. So I kep on. I sar iffin I brushed jest rait her nipples they'd get real hard and grow. Playin' like, I pinched her nipple and she arched her back and started abreathin' funny. I got skeered I done hurt her and stopped. She whimpered, "Don't stop. That felt good. You didn't hurt me."

So, I easy like took both nipples and pinched them with my fingers. I'd one thigh between her legs and she scooted down and astarted rubbing herself on my leg. She kep arubbin' and seemed to be likin' it. So I thought I'd try her. So I begun arubbin' myself on her leg. I had atrouble keepin' contact. But when I made contact it war great. Becca raised her leg and it shore hepped. Soon we war arubbin' on each other like crazy people. It war like atryin' to stay on a half broke roan.

I felt those jolts agin and I seen Becca jerk a few times and scream my name. I hoped it dint wake the whole camp. We both kinda jest plopped onto our robes. I forced myself up to bank the far and get our blankets and anutter buffalo robe. I covered us up and pulled my woman to me and kissed her. Our tongues fought a bit and then we stopped. Becca wiggled into me and went to sleep.

I war up afore first light as usual and went ahuntin' cooked food. I war powerful hungry fer some reason. I seen a lot of women adoin' things about. They looked at me funny and war agigglin' at me. I checked my clothes, figgerin' I must be showin' sumtin. All the men I passed smiled at me and slapped on the back. I war real confused. I found my mother, who war all smiles as she handed me enuff food fer me and Becca.

She war near laughin' when she axed, "Did you sleep well my son?"

I smiled and answered, "The best ever, Mother."

And fer some reason she busted out laughin'.

Continued in Part 5.