Wolf Dreamer Page 6

  “I did not see Elk Chaser yesterday.”

  She lowered her gaze. “Elk Chaser has gone to the land of his ancestors.”

  “Was it a good death?”

  She nodded. “It was a brave one. He was killed while defending our village from an attack by the Crow.”

  With a nod, Wolf Dreamer took a step forward, intending to move past her.

  She stayed him with a hand on his arm. “Wait.”

  Slowly, deliberately, he removed her hand from his arm. “We have no more to say to each other.”

  “Do not hate me, Wolf Dreamer. I was wrong to refuse you. I know that now, and I am ready to be your woman.”

  “I have a woman.”

  “That wasicun?’’ she asked scornfully. “She is your woman?”

  He nodded.

  “Get rid of her. The People will never accept her. She will never be one of us.”

  “She is mine. I will have no other.”

  “I lost you once,” Summer Moon Rising declared, her dark eyes flashing. “I will not lose you a second time.”

  “Listen to me. You will not touch her. Do you understand?”

  “I said nothing about hurting her.”

  “If any harm comes to her, you will regret it.”

  Summer Moon Rising made a derisive sound low in her throat. “She is not worthy of you.”

  “You will return that which you took from her.”

  “I took nothing.”

  “I can read the lie in your eyes. Return her clothing by nightfall.”

  She stared at him, her expression defiant, yet he read the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty. Everyone knew he was destined to be the next shaman and that, as such, he possessed power over good and evil.

  Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the woods that lined the path.

  Wolf Dreamer stared after her. Once, he had thought to share his life with her. Now, he felt nothing but pity for her and relief that she had refused him.

  Banishing Summer Moon Rising from his mind, he walked swiftly up the path toward the village and Rebecca.

  Rebecca looked up as someone raised the lodge flap, felt her heart skip a beat as Wolf Dreamer stepped into the lodge. He was so incredibly handsome, she couldn’t stifle the quiver of excitement that slid down her spine whenever she saw him, but it was more than that. Even though he was keeping her here against her will, she felt safe with him. He had saved her from death and worse. He was the only constant in her life, the only protection she had in this strange new place.

  He paused just inside the doorway, his gaze meeting hers.

  Warmth flowed between them, made her skin tingle and her toes curl. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she licked her Ups, clenched her hands at her sides to keep from reaching for him.

  He took a step toward her, his golden-brown eyes glowing, until she saw nothing but him. Wanted nothing but him.

  There was an ache deep within her, a need she’d never known before, a hunger that frightened her.

  She gazed up at him, her heart beating so loudly in her ears she was surprised he didn’t hear it, too.

  He lifted his hand, then hesitated, giving her time to back away if that was what she wanted. When she stayed her ground, he slipped his arms around her waist and drew her up against him.

  “Rebecca, can you not feel that this is right, that we were meant to be together?”

  “I’m not sure what I feel,” she replied quietly. “All I know is that I’ll die if you don’t kiss me.”

  “Kiss?” He frowned at her. “What is kiss?”

  “Don’t you know?”

  At his look of confusion, she drew his head down and touched her lips to his.

  Startled, he jerked his head back. “That is a kiss?”

  “Yes.”

  He grunted softly, then lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.

  He learned very quickly.

  She was breathless when he drew back. She had been fighting her attraction to him since the first time they met, but she couldn’t fight it any longer. Right or wrong, she cared deeply for him.

  “I think we should do that again,” he remarked. “What do you think?”

  “Oh, yes,” she murmured, her hands clutching his shoulders. “We should definitely …”

  His kiss cut off the rest of her words, but she didn’t mind. Going up on her tiptoes, she pressed herself against him, loving the way they fit together, loving the way his hard muscular body cradled her softer one.

  Her hands slid down his back, skimmed his taut buttocks, then slid up to cling to his shoulders once again as her knees went weak.

  He held her tight with one arm, letting his free hand slide up and down her back before he cupped her breast.

  She moaned softly and leaned into him.

  “Rebecca …” He took a deep breath and put her away from him. She had given birth only a short time ago. As much as he yearned to possess her, he knew it was too soon. Her body had not yet recovered from childbirth. And yet, even if the time had been right, he knew in his heart he would not take her to his bed, not until she was his woman according to the custom of his people. She would be the mother of his son. He would not bed her until she was truly his wife.

  He grinned wryly as she released a long shuddering sigh. It was good to know she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

  He clasped her hand in his. “Will you be my woman, Rebecca?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Will you share my life and my lodge? Will you bear my children?”

  “Are you asking me to marry you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh, my.” She looked deep into his eyes, those strange golden-brown eyes. Marry him. How could she? He was an Indian; she was a white woman. His ties were here; hers were in the east. He was a warrior, a man destined to be a leader among his people. His people would never accept her. Even if she learned their language, adopted their customs, she would never be one of them.

  How could she marry him?

  How could she refuse?

  He squeezed her hand. “Rebecca?”

  “I don’t know. I’m afraid …”

  “Of me?”

  “No!”

  “My people?”

  She nodded. “I don’t belong here. I never will.”

  “If I accept you, my people will also accept you.” Yet even as he said the words, he wondered if he spoke the truth.

  * * *

  Early that afternoon, Roan Horse summoned Wolf Dreamer to his lodge.

  “What do you think he wants?” Rebecca asked.

  Wolf Dreamer shrugged. “I will go and find out.”

  Roan Horse’s woman left the lodge when Wolf Dreamer entered.

  “Come, sit.” Roan Horse gestured for him to sit down. Lifting his pipe, he puffed on it and handed it to Wolf Dreamer, who took a puff and handed it back to Roan Horse. They passed the pipe back and forth four times, then Roan Horse set it aside.

  “It is good to be back with the People, yes?” Roan Horse asked.

  Wolf Dreamer nodded.

  “I knew you would return, when you were ready.”

  “Did you?”

  “I saw you in a vision. You were searching for the red-haired woman. I knew you would return when you found her, and you did.”

  Wolf Dreamer nodded.

  “It is time for you to take over as shaman for the People of the High Mountain.”

  “No. You have many years left.”

  Roan Horse shook his head slowly. “I waited only for your return. Tomorrow, I will travel Wanagi Tacaka to the Place of Souls. My ancestors will be waiting for me there. We will smoke the pipe and talk of the good old days.”

  Wolf Dreamer stared at the old man, speechless. He did not doubt Roan Horse’s words for a moment. He had known too many Old Ones who had set their faces toward death and gone to meet it. “I am not ready.”

  “You will do well, as long as you do not stray from the Life Path
of the People. Tonight, we will have a sweat. Tomorrow, you will be ready.”

  With a nod, Wolf Dreamer left the old man’s tipi.

  Rebecca was waiting for him outside when he returned to his own lodge. “What did Roan Horse want? Is everything all right?”

  “I am to meet him later for a sweat.”

  “A sweat?”

  “It is a ceremony of purification.”

  “Oh.”

  “It is a sacred thing, not to be taken lightly.” As a child, he had learned that the sweat lodge represented the womb of Mother Earth. The darkness within was man’s ignorance. The hot stones represented the coming of life, the hissing sound of the water hitting the stones was the power of creation. Earth, air, water and fire were all represented within the lodge.

  “What else?”

  He shook his head.

  “What else did he say? Why do you look so sad? Is something wrong?”

  “Roan Horse will die tomorrow.”

  “How can you know that?”

  “He has set his face toward death.”

  “But … people don’t die just because they want to.” If they did, she wouldn’t be here now, she thought, remembering how she had yearned for death when she learned her baby had been born dead. “That’s impossible.”

  “You will see.”

  Rebecca walked slowly along the edge of the timberline, pausing now and then to pick up a piece of wood for the fire. Wolf Dreamer had left to meet Roan Horse over an hour ago. She wondered exactly what went on in a “sweat” and why it was considered holy and if he would tell her about it when he returned.

  She bent down to pick up another piece of wood and when she turned around to start back toward the village, Summer Moon Rising was blocking her path, her eyes filled with anger and jealousy.

  Refusing to be intimidated by the other woman, Rebecca lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and started walking up the path. Summer Moon Rising stood her ground and as Rebecca drew alongside, Summer Moon Rising gave her a hard push. She was thrown offbalance and the wood tumbled from her grasp.

  With a malicious laugh, Summer Moon Rising turned and ran down toward the river.

  With a sigh of frustration, Rebecca began picking up the wood she had dropped.

  Wolf Dreamer closed his eyes as Roan Horse’s wife poured cold water over the hot stones. It had been years since he had participated in a sweat. He had observed it all as if it were the first time. A small pit called iniowaspe had been dug to hold the heated stones; the floor of the lodge was covered with sweet sage. The earth that had been removed from the iniowaspe was formed into a small mound, which was called hanbelachia, or the vision hill. An area between the vision hill and the pit was cleared and this was known as the smoothed trail, which was a representation of a vision quest.

  Roan Horse had placed offerings of tiny bundles of tobacco on the hill, along with the pipe that would be used during the ceremony.

  And now Wolf Dreamer sat across from Roan Horse while Roan Horse’s wife ladled cold water over the hot stones. A great hissing sound filled the air; great clouds of steam filled the lodge.

  Perspiration poured from Wolf Dreamer’s body. The bitter taste of sage was on his tongue, sweat stung his eyes.

  Roan Horse chanted softly.

  The pipe was passed between them four times.

  Water was ladled on the hot rocks four times.

  The sacred songs were repeated four times.

  Reality faded into the distance as he was swallowed up in the thick steamy blackness. And then, out of the dark mist, a gray wolf appeared. Tail wagging, tongue lolling out of the side of its mouth, it stared at Wolf Dreamer through amber eyes.

  You need not fear to lead the People, the wolf said. They will accept you as their shaman. They will accept your woman. Only be true to the lessons you have been taught and all will be well.

  Wolf Dreamer nodded.

  The gray wolf shook his head and bared his fangs. Beware Summer Moon Rising.

  With that warning, the gray wolf faded into the mists from whence it had come. At the same time, Roan Horse lifted the door flap, admitting a blast of fresh sweet air.

  Wolf Dreamer followed Roan Horse out of the lodge, where they rubbed themselves with sweet sage, then plunged into the river.

  The cold water should have come as a shock, but it didn’t. Coming up out of the water, Wolf Dreamer felt at peace, light in heart and mind.

  Until he started for the shore and found Summer Moon Rising standing there.

  Chapter 10

  She watched him as he stepped out of the water. Roan Horse’s gaze flickered between them, and then he followed the narrow path that led back to his lodge.

  “What are you doing here?” Wolf Dreamer asked when they were alone.

  “I wanted to see you.” Her gaze traveled boldly over his body as she walked toward him, his clout swinging from one hand. “I know you are angry with me for marrying Elk Chaser, but you must forgive me.”

  “I am not angry with you.” He snatched his clout from her hand. “If it is my forgiveness you want, you have it.”

  “I want to be your woman,” she said, her voice low and husky. “Let us be together, as we were meant to be.”

  He shook his head. “It we were meant to be together, we would be together now. You did not want to be a part of my life when it was offered to you. Nothing has changed, Summer Moon. I possess the same powers that once frightened you. Tomorrow, I will become the shaman of our people, and those powers will grow stronger.”

  “I was wrong to refuse you. I know that now. I am older now, and wiser. Will you not give us another chance?”

  “I cannot. I saw Rebecca in vision. She is to be my woman.”

  “If you care for her, send her away before it is too late. She will never be happy here,” Summer Moon Rising remarked. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked deep into his eyes. “She will never belong here.”

  The words cut into his heart. They were the same words Rebecca had said.

  “I cannot send her away.”

  “Then keep her as a slave, if you must have her, but do not let her come between us.”

  A muffled footstep caught Wolf Dreamer’s attention. Looking past Summer Moon Rising, he saw Rebecca standing a few feet away, her eyes wide as she took in the scene before her.

  Knowing how it must look, he felt a rash of guilt, even though he had done nothing wrong.

  Summer Moon Rising glanced over her shoulder, a malignant smile curving her lips when she saw the white woman. She let her hand slide down Wolf Dreamer’s bare chest in a gesture that was boldly possessive before clutching his shoulders again.

  Muttering an oath he had learned from the whites, Wolf Dreamer pried her fingers from his flesh and took a step backward.

  Summer Moon Rising grabbed his arm. “Do not go.”

  He shook off her hand. “Leave me! You have caused enough trouble for one day.”

  Summer Moon Rising sauntered up the path that led to the village. When she drew even with Rebecca, she paused long enough to give her a smug smile, then continued on her way.

  “Rebecca.”

  She turned her back to him. “Get dressed.”

  He frowned, then looked down at the clout in his hand. He donned it quickly, then went to Rebecca. When he placed his hand on her shoulder, she slipped out from under it and turned to look at him.

  “Rebecca …”

  “I thought you said there was nothing between the two of you?”

  “You do not believe me?”

  She lifted a skeptical brow. “I think there’s plenty going on between you. I suspect if I had gotten here sooner, I would have found her naked, too.”

  His eyes widened in surprise. “You think that we …” He shook his head. “I would as soon sleep with a wounded she-bear as share my blankets with that woman.”

  “What did she want?”

  “She wants to be my wife. She said I could keep you as my slave,
if I could not let you go.”

  “Slave!” Disbelief and fury blazed from the depths of her eyes. “You expect me to be your slave?”

  He had thought to make her laugh with the foolishness of it. He had not meant to arouse her anger. “Rebecca …”

  “I will not stay here and be your slave!”

  He closed the distance between them, his hands folding over her arms. “Listen to me …”

  “No! I’m leaving, and don’t you try to stop me!”

  “Rebecca!”

  His hand tightened on her forearm, his grip like iron. “I want no other woman. I will have no other woman. If you will not be mine, then I will live my life alone.”

  She blinked up at him, her anger fading in the face of his declaration. “I know you care for me, Wolf Dreamer, but do you love me?”

  “How can you doubt it?”

  “I guess I was just jealous, seeing the two of you together … you …” Heat climbed into her cheeks. “You with no clothes on. I thought … never mind what I thought.”

  “I think we must marry soon,” Wolf Dreamer said.

  The thought excited her almost as much as it frightened her.

  Wolf Dreamer spent the rest of the afternoon instructing her in the ways of his people. All living things had spirits of their own—animals, trees, the mountains, rivers, the tall grasses that covered the prairie, even the earth itself. The people worshiped Wakan Tanka. He was the Great Spirit, the creator of all living. Four was a sacred number, as there were four other gods under Wakan Tanka: Inyan, the Rock, Maka, the Earth, Skan, the Sky, and Wi, the Sun. There were four directions to the earth, four seasons to the year.

  He told her that, once they were married, the lodge and all its belongings would be hers, save for his clothing and his weapons. Her duties would be to keep the lodge clean, cook the meals, keep the fire going, sew and mend their clothing, gather the wood and the water, rear their children.

  “And what will you do?” It was a foolish question, but one she could not resist. Her duties as the wife of an Indian man were the same ones she had shouldered as Gideon’s wife.

  “I will fill your lodge with meat and protect you from our enemies.”

  “And what will you do when you are shaman?”