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The hunters stood on a hill and watched the endless ocean of slow
moving characters as they grazed in the valley below. The chief,
Soaring Eagle, seldom hunted anymore. He was wise and knew at his
age he would be a deterrent rather than an asset to the band, but his
old eyes were still keen as he noted a few aged, crippled, or young
ones that had wandered away from the buffalo herd.
He pointed them out to the hunters. From his vantage point, he
could see the men as they moved quietly down the hill, with his two
sons out in front. He sighed and for a moment remembered the day
that they were born
 The Legend of Summer Swan By Beverly Sims


It was the third time She Who Smiles had grown large with child.
The first two were girls. He named the first, Brown Fawn because her
eyes were large and doe-like as a speckled fawn. The second was
Crazy Eyes for her crossed eyes. He loved his daughters, but secretly
yearned for a son, a strong son to lead the tribe when his time passed.
She Who Smiles woke him one cold, windy morning. “It is time,
my husband. I will leave you and find a sheltered place to drop my
burden.”
“No, I will help you.”
“It is wrong for you to see the ugliness of birth. It is for the
mother only to witness. But you may help me with warm blankets and
moccasins. Oh, yes, and a shawl. No skirt or pants. It must be clear
for my ease in squatting. I must hurry, as it is near.”

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Soaring Eagle did as she asked, but did not let her go by herself.
He helped her onto his horse and together they rode to the place she
had picked earlier. It was in a grove of oaks with a huge dying tree
and a sapling that gave some shelter.
She slid off the horse and spread one of the blankets on the ground
between her legs and the other over her shoulders. “Now, go,
Husband. I will return soon.”
I watched her. Even a young tree somehow knows that in her pain,
she was losing strength. Finally, she dropped to her knees and
pressed her back against my mother’s trunk. She cried and screamed
for what to my young mind seemed like forever. As suddenly as it had
started, it stopped. Her screams no long rent the quiet of the prairie.
Soaring Eagle fed his daughters and watched the sun climb in the
sky. Something was wrong. He knew it. She should have been back
by now. Unable to bear waiting any longer, he jumped on his horse
and raced to the birthing place. He saw her form on the ground. Blood
stained the blankets. Between her legs, he saw a small head, but She
Who Smiled did not move. He picked her up and climbed his horse
with her in his arms. He felt her breath on his cheek and knew she
was still alive.
The people heard his shouts as he raced among the tents to where
the medicine man, Hook Nose lived. The old man, wearing various
animal bones around his neck, stepped out of his buffalo skin tepee.
“What is all this shouting about, Soaring Eagle?”
“Cannot you see? My wife is dying. The baby has not come out.
You must help me.”
He slid off his horse and ran for the tent opening. Hook Nose
stood in his way. It is the way of the gods. This child in not meant to
walk this earth.”
“My wife, save my wife …”
Again, the old man shook his head. “If she dies, it is also the will
of the gods. There is nothing I can do unless you want me to give her

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something to make her end quicker and less painful.” With that, he
reentered his home, dropping the canvas behind him.
As gently, as he could he laid her down upon their robe-covered
bed in their tepee. She moaned softly. He rubbed her lips with water
from the cooking bowl by the fire circle. She responded with another
moan, and then let out a scream as the child burst out between her
legs.
Soaring Eagle was unaware of the woman who entered so quietly
behind him and now knelt beside him. White Rabbit was one of his
father’s wives. She quickly bit the cord tying the child to its mother.
She held the baby up by its feet and slapped the tiny buttocks. A
strong cry rent the air and those all listening outside heard and smiled.
White Rabbit grinned at Soaring Eagle and pointed to the tiny penis.
He returned her smile and lowered his head to his wife’s face. “We
have a son, wife. He is strong. You have done good.”
She did not reply, but screamed again. White Rabbit placed the
infant in his arms and resumed her position between the woman’s
legs. “The gods are cruel, Soaring Eagle. They have sent another. It is
bad luck and both must de destroyed or evil will visit the tribe.”
Again, she bit the cord, slapped its bottom, and turned to expose
another tiny penis.
Soaring Eagle had two sons. In his heart, he knew he would never
let anyone touch either of them. He leaned over She Who Smiles, who
was so weak she could barely shake her head. Another scream, then
silence. He felt her lips and found no breath. He knew she died giving
him his sons, and he vowed to her that her death was not for nothing.
He bowed his head and cried for the woman he loved.
White Rabbit spoke, “Soaring Eagle, there is a third child. It is a
girl, but died with She Who Smiles. This is a terrible sign.” She laid
the two babies beside their mother and covered them with a buffalo
skin blanket before she left to gather other women for the preparation
of the body for burial.

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Soaring Eagle lay with his wife in his arms, her head on his
shoulder, as they had snuggled so many nights after their passion
waned. Never again would she cry out under him. Never again would
he suckle her breasts and taste the milk meant for the babies. Never
again anything. He cried.
****
The commotion outside his tepee woke him. Both his sons were
awake. For the first time, he thought about how he would feed them,
but those thoughts were fleeting as the Hook Nose pushed into
Soaring Eagle’s abode.
“Give me the babes. Sacrificing them to the gods will appease
their displeasure. More than one child at a time will bring a generation
of misfortune to our tribe.”
Soaring Eagle jumped to his feet and blocked the smelly old man.
“You will not touch my sons. They are mine and I will protect them
from even you, old man. The gods took She Who Smiles, but they
will not have my children.”
Hook Nose shoved Soaring Eagle, knocking him to the side. He
bent over the bloody robe on the bed, but before he could take a child,
Soaring Eagle pulled his knife, grabbing the man by the neck. With
one quick slide, the head hung only by the skin on the backside. He
dropped the dead man to the floor, the blood pumped out and covered
the babes in red. Soaring Eagle feared the red blood was a sign, but he
had no idea what kind of a sign it was.
Holding both sons in one arm, Soaring Eagle pushed outside. He
held the blood-dripping knife in his other hand and spoke softly, “No
man will harm my sons. These two male children will grow to
adulthood, as do sons of other chief and chief’s sons. Anyone who
challenges will die at my hand. Does anyone object?”

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Chapter 2
White Rabbit met Soaring Eagle outside his father’s tepee and
motioned him inside. His father, Cold Wind, sat on a buffalo robe
placed on the dirt floor, watching the fire. He nodded Soaring Eagle
forward and indicated he should lay the infants beside him on the
robe. He carefully slid aside the robes covering each and examined
him. Finally, he covered the babes and nodded to his son.
“What has happened is destined to bring the gods’ disfavor upon
the land. How do you answer for this, my son?”
“Father, my sons are strong and alert. They will grow straight and
just beside me as I grew by you. With wisdom, they will learn the
ways of our world and we will prosper, which will please the gods.
Our arrows will be truer, our horses faster, our wives more fertile, our
hunts more successful, and our enemies more easily defeated.”
Cold Wind listened and sat without speaking for several minutes.
“How do you intend to raise them without a wife? Who will feed
them? Who will make their robes? Have you thought of these things?
Or of your daughters?”
Soaring Eagle hung his head before lifting it to look directly into
his father’s eyes. “Yes, father, I have. I will find some women to
suckle them and slaves to care for them and their needs. May I ask
White Rabbit to help me?”
His father nodded. “Leave the little ones here with her. Go to
Brave Hawk and ask if his new slave can help until you return with
your own. Her girl child died yesterday and she has milk to nourish
your sons. Now, go and let me ponder your punishment for killing
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“But, Father he tried …”
“No more! The man was doing as the gods’ decree. You were
wrong and you must pay for his death. The council will decide what is
to be done or even if the little ones are to live. Do not say another
word. Go and be gone from my sight.”
****
Soaring Eagle left as soon as he talked to Brave Hawk who was
reluctant to let his slave nurture the babes. He finally agreed, but only
until Soaring Eagle found another wet woman.
Soaring Eagle sensed hostility everywhere so he left immediately.
To remain would bring wrath on him and his sons. No one offered to
ride with him in his search. No one wanted to risk angering the
council by helping him.
He took only his horse, his weapons, a small bag of dried meat
and his sleeping robe. He meant to find a camp to either buy or steal
any wet woman he found for his sons. He knew their friends would
not give him nor sell to him any of their women, but perhaps they had
a slave or two they would part with.
The two camps he visited the next three days were understanding
about his lost wife, but could not help him. He skirted another camp,
which he knew he would meet his death if he entered. Frustrated, he
turned toward home taking a different route.
Suddenly his luck changed. Under a copse of juniper, he saw a
woman squatting to give birth. He watched as the child dropped to the
ground. She lifted it and bit the cord that tied them together. She held
it by the ankles and swatted its tiny bottom, but no cry came. She
repeated the slap but again to no avail. She turned the child so that her
mouth covered its tiny nose and mouth. She took deep breaths from
the tiny body and then released air back into it.
Even from his distance away from her, he was sure the child
would never take that first breath. He knew without seeing it up close,

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because the woman was crying. She slowly wrapped her child in a
small buffalo skin that was to be its swathing blanket. She cleaned
herself with leaves and small scraps of skins. She sat down, away
from the signs of birthing, with her back against the large dying tree.
It seemed fit to her that she and her dead child would wait out the rest
of their lives under such a tree.
Her head was bowed, her legs pulled up to her chest, and the child
in her arms. She did not see the two painted men on foot came around
the strand of trees, one from each direction. One grabbed her, shoving
a large rock into her mouth to gag her and held her while the other
tied her. The second one left and returned with three horses. They
lifted her up onto a horse and tried to pull the bundle from her arms.
She kicked out with the feet and hit at them with the arm not holding
the child. It became apparent even to the men that the child was dead.
They spoke to one another. One shrugged and took the reins of the
woman’s horse and led it to his horse, where he tied it to follow
behind him.
Soaring Eagle felt sorrow for the woman and her pain. He knew
the woman would die harder than her child had. It was best there was
no child now, because a wet woman has only so much milk, perhaps
not enough for the twins and another one.
He had no idea where these two were from, only that they were
not from a tribe on his plains. He followed them at a safe distance and
stayed in the dark close by when they camped. He watched them
drink from the container. He assumed by their actions that it was
something that made them drunk. All he had to do was wait.
They passed the container back and forth until the first one, then
the second, dropped to the ground. Superstition kept them away from
the woman, as it was bad luck in most tribes to join with a bleeding
female. Soaring Eagle noted that she sat away from the fire, trembling
from the cold as her robe had fallen away. With her hands tied behind
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matter little to her. Perhaps, she grieved her dead child beside her and
prayed the cold night would take her life, he thought.
Soaring Eagle waited until her head dropped to her chest and her
eyes closed. Without making sound, he walked calmly into the sparse
camp, bent over the first prone man then the other, and slit both
throats. He picked up the robe from the ground and wrapped it around
the freezing woman. He dug the rock from her mouth and dribbled
water between her lips from his water bag. She cried out in fear as he
picked her up to settle her, still tied, on her horse.
He handed her the remains of her baby while he dug a shallow
grave for it. He had no tools but his knife and tomahawk with which
to open the earth, but under the trees, the ground was soft from years
of leaves and needles. She watched him carefully and slowly held out
her arms for him to take her bundle. He nodded and carefully placed
the tiny form in the ground and covered it. He wrestled a large rock
until it lay atop the grave so that nothing could disturb the eternal
slumber of the babe.
He gathered the weapons and horses. He mounted his horse and
headed toward home. He had no idea what he would find there, but he
never dreamed of such horrors.

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Chapter 3
What he found was fire and death.
As he neared his camp, smoke filled the sky over the horizon. He
urged his horse into a dead run, slowing only as he reached the rise
above the encampment. He dismounted and ran forward where he
flopped to the ground on his stomach to conceal himself as he looked
below.
There was no longer any need to conceal himself, the enemy was
gone, taking with them heart and soul of the village. At first, he could
not comprehend the carnage. His stomach turned and his eyes filled
with unshed tears.
He led the horses as he walked down the hill. The woman behind
him was crying softly as she saw the destruction, the destruction that
caused his blood to boil and his heart to break. His father’s tepee was
a burnt skeleton with Cold Wind’s bleeding, scalp less body in the
dust in front. The body had several arrows protruding, leaving no
doubt he had fought bravely.
Pink Flower, Soaring Eagle’s mother, was the first wife. Her body
now hung, naked from a tree branch. It appeared that she and other
elderly women had been targets of much torture before they died.
He found White Rabbit on the ground, similarly tortured with the
addition of rape, probably many times from the looks of her corpse.
Bile filled his throat as he wandered what was left of the village.
Soon it became apparent that the younger men were gone. They
would never leave the village unprotected in the event of a raid, so
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they were. His peaceful people had fought the invaders, but without
the younger warriors, they were doomed from the start.
The few men left in the village were mostly older ones who
managed to kill a few enemies before they were cut to pieces. He
rolled over enemy bodies looking for signs of their identity, but the
clues told him nothing, nothing except that they were not from his
world. From the south, undoubtedly renegades. He suspected them to
be from the same people who had captured the woman who stood
behind the horse, still tied.
He returned to her horse, lifted her down, and cut her rawhide
bindings. She moved away from him, turned her back, and squatted to
relieve herself. A puddle of blood reddened the ground beneath her.
Soaring Eagle found a piece of animal skin on the ground and tossed
it in front of her, before he strode off, leaving her to her woman thing
alone.
He found his sweet daughters dead, one from an arrow, the other
from a knife. There was no sign of his sons. The attackers had taken
the small boys and young women with them. His pain was
unbelievable as he held his little girls in his arms. His sons were safe
as captives, at least for the time being.
Looking around, he determined that there had been at least to
dozen enemies, minus the by five killed by his people. The horses
were gone and their store of dried meat and robes were missing.
Anything of value was stolen or burnt.
****
Summer Swan watched him and understood his pain without
knowing the circumstances. She knew only that the dead girls were
his daughters from the way he picked them up and held them to his
chest. She grieved for her own daughter, who never drew a breath, but
her heart was large and she grieved for all the lost souls and the men
they left behind.

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She saw him hold the old man’s body in his arms, rocking back
and forth, as he raised his eyes to the sky. He cut down the dangling
corpses and laid one next to the man he mourned over, crying openly.
Perhaps the pair was his parents. Her loss seemed small compared to
his. Two daughters and both parents was more than she could
imagine. How many of the others were his family, she wondered. No
doubt, they were all his friends. She remembered the loss of her
mother and tried to imagine the pain over one lost person multiplied
by four, but she could not.
She said nothing as he walked through the smoking remains of his
home, as if unable to accept what he saw. Finally, he began to repack
their horses. In the distance, she heard the beat of horses’ hooves. The
returning hunters probably had seen the smoke, too, and were ready
for a fight. Their weapons were at ready, but they slowed their race
into the village as they took in the carnage.
****
Little Bear was the first to arrive. He jumped from his horse, knife
out as he ran toward Soaring Eagle. His intention was apparent even
to Soaring Eagle who saw the fury in his eyes. He meant to kill
Soaring Eagle, who stepped aside just in time, grabbing the attacker
around the neck. He pulled Little Bear’s hand with the knife up to the
warrior’s throat.
“Stop, Little Bear. Why are you trying to kill me? We are friends,
comrades.”
“No longer. You are the reason for this, for the loss of our families
and our village. You murdered the shaman and brought evil to us
when you refused to destroy the fruit of your loins when your wife
gave birth to more than one child. So, kill me if you like because I
will kill you if you do not.”
“Will killing me bring back your family or your homes? A band
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clothes. Our friends would protect us, not slaughter us. The gods did
not do it either. Men did and those we must find and take revenge.
They have taken the young women and small boys for slaves and their
pleasures. They have murdered our fathers and mothers, grandfathers
and grandmothers, our wives and older sons. Instead of attacking me,
you should be riding beside me in your search for what is ours, in
search of our kidnapped people and to kill the marauders.”
There were murmurs of agreement and mumbles of discontent.
Finally, Man of Horses, Soaring Eagle’s uncle and brother of the dead
chief Cold Wind, spoke. “He is right. We will follow and destroy
them, but first we must tend our dead.” He pointed to three young
warriors who had no wives or children. “You travel to our friendly
neighbors and tell them what has happened.” The three ran to their
horses and sped off at a full run.
Someone finally noticed the young woman standing away from
them and pointed to her. “Soaring Eagle, who is this woman?”
Soaring Eagle looked at her as if she was something he had never
seen before, and then remembered where she came from. He
motioned to her to come forward, which she did with her head bowed.
“What is your name, woman? Who is your husband?”
“I am called Summer Swan because my neck is so long. My
husband was killed by a raging buffalo in a hunt last time the leaves
changed color.”
“I am sorry for your loss, of your husband and your child. I took
you instead of returning you to your people because I needed a wet
woman to suckle my sons. Take your horse and go back to your
village.”
“Wait. Please. Let me stay with you. When you find your sons,
you will need me then.” She bowed her head again. “I was a slave to
my husband who took me as a wife. The first wives hate me. Without
him for protection, I will not live long. They did not kill me before
because I was heavy with child and the tribe looked out for me. Now
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mean death.” She lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes.
“Please, let me go with you, for your sons’ sake.”
Tall Tree stepped forward. “She will slow us down. She can stay
here until we return.”
Soaring Eagle looked around. “What will shelter her? What will
feed her as there is nothing left? We will take her with us. And she is
right, she will be help when we get our children back.”
“Then, Soaring Eagle, she is your responsibility. If she lags, you
will have to deal with it because we will not stop or slow for her.”
Tall Tree addressed Soaring Eagle, but looked at Summer Swan. “Do
you understand?” She nodded and dropped her head again. Without a
word, she moved to the first body she found, a child, and picked it up
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Chapter 4
I watched them from beneath my mother’s dying limbs. I did not
see what they saw after they left me, but I heard the tale many times
over the years. This is what the elders told the young ones over and
again.
After the burials of the bodies, the warriors and Summer Swan
rode their mounts with water skins and fresh buffalo tied meat behind
them and on their packhorses. Soaring Eagle tied each of the horses
from the men he killed to one of the packhorses. They would be
necessary to bring home the ones who were missing. He looked up at
the sky where vultures circled the camp thanked his namesakes for
their support and the pictures of his sons he saw in the sky with them.
The marauders were easy to follow. It was as if their confidence
won out over common sense, as if they had no concern about anyone
following them. The attitude angered the warriors. The second thing
Soaring Eagle noted was that they were traveling a slow pace, again
conveying their confidence. He urged his band to ride hard until the
horses tired. They camped that evening by a small creek but did not
build fires to cook their food. The only thing they had that night was
some rawhide strips their enemies had missed in the village.
****
Now at the fireless campsite, Summer Swan climbed a slight rise
and found a tree where she could relieve herself and clean her body
again. As she started back down, she heard talking and screams
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the hill to the first man she saw and told him her news. He announced
it to all, and she watched as they returned to the crest where she had
been. When they returned, they sent two young warriors, two that had
joined them after spreading the word to the neighboring villages, to
spy on the enemy camp. The pair of young braves returned at a full
gallop. Summer Swan took their horses to the creek for water, but
listened to the report. One of the scouts spoke breathlessly, tired from
the hard ride, “They are raping our women, even the young girls. I
saw no boys or babies, just the naked women. Ours are the only
females in camp and they will surely be dead by morning if we don’t
stop them.”
Tall Tree spoke, “My wife and daughter are there, as are some of
your families. We must attack them now. We will take our horses as
close as we dare. Did you see guards posted?” The young men looked
at the ground. “Apparently, you two did not to your job as expected.
Woman, you will remain here and tend the horses. We will return for
you when you are needed.” She nodded. Summer Swan watched the
men, as they leaped onto their horses and moved as quietly as deer
through the brush and tall grass. Summer Swan followed at a distance,
but close enough to see what was happening. When the warriors
neared the camp, on foot they moved closer. Their captive women
were fighting the assaults as best they could, much to the pleasure of
their captors. Tall Tree’s young wife, Dewdrops, was on her back
while a fat man with a large belly squatted between her legs, moving
in and out of her. He held her arms above her head with one meaty
hand while he squeezed her breasts with the other and laughed as she
fought him.
****
It was more than Tall Tree could take. This young woman he
married only to protect her from randy young warriors and he planned
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on her 14th year and Little Crane came two years later. Dewdrops
never did enjoy their mating, so he seldom approached her.
Nevertheless, in many ways, he did love her and seeing her as she
suffered turned him into a devil.
He jumped upright from his crawling position, and ran into the
camp, hunting ax raised. His throw was perfect, as the fat man
collapsed on the prone woman. The rest of his men followed. There
was not much of a fight, as the enemy was unprepared and many had
too much to drink. When the confrontation ended, not all the enemy
had died. Two wounded men they did not kill, so they could answer
questions. In the end, they begged for death.
Tall Tree rolled the man off his wife and knelt beside her. She was
dead and he was glad, in a way. Now she would suffer no more. Her
life had not been a happy one. Even the child gave her no pleasure,
and she was quite willing to let him raise the child.
Within seconds, he began to run from tepee to tepee calling out
the name of his precious daughter. When she did not answer, he knew
she was gone, too. He dropped to his knees, head down and allowed
his tears to fall. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see
the sad face of the woman Summer Swan. She dropped to the ground
beside him and pressed his head to her chest, offering him comfort he
so sorely needed.

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Chapter 5
Soaring Eagle found his sons, alive and well, with one of his
nieces who fed them with sugar water in a rag. Her name was Little
Crane for her long legs. She was five years old, even a bit too young
for the carnal urges of the men who stole her. Soaring Eagle hugged
her close as he knelt beside her. She cried huge tears and hiccupped
loudly until they both laughed. “I am proud of you, Little Crane. How
did you know to feed the babies?”
“I watched my mamma nurse puppies when their mother died
under the buffalo feet after she followed my father on a hunt. I got to
keep one. Her name was Lucky, but she sure was not lucky, was she?
Mamma said the puppies would die if we did not feed them, so she
taught me what to do. We fed the puppies milk, but I did not have
any, so water was all I could give the babies.” Her face clouded. “I
think Mamma is dead because she stopped moving after … after …
after.”
Soaring Eagle turned to where she pointed through the open flap,
it was his sister, his favorite sister Dewdrops, Tall Tree’s wife. He
saw the woman called Summer Swan comforting the man, as did
Little Crane at the same moment. She ran to him, nearly knocking
him over as she rushed into his arms. He kissed her tears away and
turned them both so that the child could not see her mother’s face and
torn body.
Soaring Eagle thought Tall Tree seemed to calm, but only a bit,
as he lifted his daughter in his arms. They were close friends, more so
than some brothers. Soaring Eagle knew the girl child was all he had
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strapping boy who begged to hunt this time with his father, who
refused his request, telling him he must stay behind to protect the
village. Weeks later Tall Tree told Soaring Eagle that he felt bile in
his throat as he remembered the boy’s disappointed face as he turned
away. As long as he lived, that would be the face Tall Tree recalled
when he thought of his boy-child, and Soaring Eagle understood.
Soaring Eagle saw the woman rise from the ground by Tall Tree,
looking in his direction. Within seconds, she was at his side taking
one child in each arm. “You must help me,” Summer Swan said. “Pull
my shirt up so the babes can find my breasts. After this first time, I
shall feed them one at a time, but they are starving and I am hurting
with the fullness of milk.”
She Who Smiles was the only woman he had ever touched until
now. He hesitated, not wanting to be even this close to a woman other
than his beloved, but he did as instructed, careful not to touch her
skin. But, he could not take his eyes off his sons, even as she turned
away for privacy from men’s eyes. Each child sucked and butted her
tit as small pigs on their mother.
Seldom had She Who Smiles let him watch as she nourished their
daughters, but he did not think they were as strong and demanding as
the two boys seemed to be. For an instant, he recalled that there had
been a third child, but forced that memory away. All that mattered
now was his sons, drinking from the huge breasts of his own captive
who had given her up freedom to feed his children.
Soaring Eagle forced himself to look away. All around men
bowed over dead wives and daughters or standing with arms around
those who had survived. There was carnage everywhere. Two of the
younger women were still living as they hung from tree limbs,
moaning and dying.
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One of them was Tall Tree’s younger wife who barely more than
a girl. She was his wife in name only because he felt no desire to
consummate his marriage to a child. He married her only to protect
her as he had promised the mother of the child on her deathbed. He
saw her pain and carefully took her into his arms. He kissed her face
one last time before quickly slitting her throat. He could allow her an
easy death as her’s would have been long and painful. Somehow that
made it easier for him, but not from his little daughter. She had now
lost her mamma and her friend. He picked up his wife’s body and
moved it to lie beside Dewdrops. He took Little Crane in his lap again
as he sat on the ground by his two wives and he and the child grieved
together.
The warriors cut several trees to make platforms for their dead.
Instead of one for each, they laid the bodies as close together as
possible and the chant that would take their souls to their gods. The
attackers lay where they fell, food for vultures and scavengers. Tall
Tree looked backward from his horse where his daughter rode in front
of him. “Being food for carrion is better than they deserve. Now, let
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Chapter 6
They rode toward where home had been, each adult with his or
her own thoughts. By count, Summer Swan found there were nine
living children, including the twins and Little Crane. The six others
were all smaller than she was, but all were big enough to walk short
distances, but for the twins who had to be carried. There were four
females, three of whom might not even make the trip back. She and
Soaring Eagle each carried one of the twins, still unnamed. Little
Crane told her that in their tribe the grandfather always named the
male children, but Soaring Eagle would ask the eldest warrior, his
uncle, to do so when they resettled.
They stopped early beside a small creek, allowing them all the
luxury of bathing downstream from where they drew their water. The
children splashed and played with the wonderful innocence of
children, forgetting momentarily what had happened. Summer Swan
thought how fortunately the children were to be able to put the horror
out of their minds, if only for a few minutes.
Summer Swan brought water to heat by the fire, and then
carefully bathed the ailing women. She washed the bruised faces and
open wounds before trying to give relief to the soreness and rips
between their legs. They all three were spared rape because it was
their moon cycle, but that did not stop the savages from torturing
them. After the babes ate, Summer Swan laid them on a buffalo skin
and asked Soaring Eagle for a knife. He looked at her questioningly,
but handed her one from his rope belt.
They had no tents to erect but they had nearly fresh buffalo meat
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cooking, but she was walking away from camp, out onto the prairie.
They watched her for several minutes before realizing she was
seeking plants and roots that she gathered and carried in her rolled up
skirt. She returned with things that the white people would later call
catnip, aloe, coneflower, and juniper. These she crushed or boiled and
when they were cool, she returned to the injured women. She spread
the mashed plants on the bites and open wounds carefully but even
then, they cried out in pain. The boiled catnip leaves she put to their
lips, trying to get them to drink as it would calm them and make them
sleepy, and their pain would subside. She used the sticky liquid from
the aloe on the burned spots.
One of the twins whimpered, immediately followed by the other.
She returned to them, put one to her tit, and patted the other until he
calmed. She was very tired. Indian women where expected to resume
all activities and chores after childbirth, but the truth was that they
helped each other unbeknownst to the husbands and captors.
Childbirth was as painful and exhausting to them as it was to women
around the world.
Even as she fed the babies, several warriors grumbled about her
failure to start cooking. Little Crane stood from her father’s lap and
moved to build a fire. Tall Tree felt great pride in her and asked her if
he could help.
She nodded and said, “Well, yes, you can. Mamma never let me
cut meat because she said I was so clumsy I might cut my own hand
off, so you can do that. Also, she would not let me cut the branches
for the spit because of the knife. I can put the meat over the fire once
the spit is in place. And I can turn it, too, so it does not burn.”
Tall Tree watched his daughter and wished her mother could see
her now. She looked so tiny as she dragged a water skin from the
creek that the men smiled and offered to help her, too. She solemnly
agreed, again making her father proud as well as her uncle Soaring
Eagle. He let her select the branches for the spit, and then he cut them.
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buffalo meat. When it was in place, old Man of Horses set the fire.
Soon the camp smelled of roasting meat.
****
Another time, Little Crane thought, maybe Summer Swan would
show her how to find roots and berries for cooking as her mamma had
done.
Thoughts of her mamma brought tears to her eyes, so she ran to
where the Summer Swan dozed while feeding the babies. The woman
opened her eyes and smiled at the child. “Would you like to hold one
of them while I feed the other?” Little Crane smiled and held out her
thin arms. “These two are quite a handful. Maybe your father will let
you help me again sometimes.”
“I am sure he will. I will drive him crazy until he says I can. It’s
taken my whole life to learn this, but it works every time.”
Her whole life, all five years of it, thought Summer Swan,
smiling. She was sure the child would win, as females of all ages
learn to do. She dozed again and awakened when she heard footsteps.
She turned to see Soaring Eagle carrying a chunk of meat on a stick.
He handed it to her and left without saying a word. She realized she
was ravenous and consumed it like a starving animal. She wrapped
the babies tightly and lay beside them. She was asleep in minutes. She
did not know when Little Crane joined them, snuggly close on the
other side of the twins. Nor did she hear any of the discussion of her
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Chapter 7
Tall Tree spoke first. “Man of Horses, you are the eldest. We have
no chief and need one. Please give us you thoughts.”
Man of Horses squatted and puffed on his old pipe. “You are
wrong, Tall Tree. We do have a chief. He is there,” pointing with his
pipe stem at Soaring Eagle. “My brother Cold Wind is gone, so his
son is now our chief.”
Immediately voices rose until they were shouting at each other.
Man of Horses waited until they calmed down and continued. “That is
the way of our people. I know many of you think it is because of him
and his children that the gods have punished us. It was wrong for him
to kill Hook Nose. I would have done the same thing if someone, even
the Medicine Man, tried to slay my infants. In your heart of hearts,
who can say honestly you would have done differently?’
Only Little Bear stood. Man of Horses stared at him for a long
while until the young brave became nervous under the eyes of the
elder. “How can you say what you would have done, Little Bear? You
are married but have no children. The bond between a man and his
wife is less than the bond between a man and his son. Is your wife
important to you?”
Little Bear’s voice was shrill and full of anger. “My wife is dead.
He and his sons angered the gods and my beautiful wife paid for it.
This will not end until Soaring Eagle and those devil children die, as
did all of the others.”
No one argued with him. Many felt the same way. “Do you think
the death of Soaring Eagle and his sons will bring back those have
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there? You want to take away his living children when he has already
lost his wife and daughters, his mother, father and sisters? Who has
lost more than he has?
“Our tribe has been decimated and we must keep those who are
left. Without Soaring Eagle, who will bring down the most buffalo?
Who can control our restless allies? Who has held off more of our
enemies then all others? If you can answer those questions, then tell
me. Otherwise, I proclaim the son of Cold Wind to take is place as
our chief. Anyone object?”
There were some murmurs, but no outright comments. Soaring
Eagle’s eyes were on the fastened to the prone figures on the blanket
where his sons, niece, and the wet woman slept. He had not lifted his
eyes once during the discussion. Now he raised his eyes to those
around him, slowing looking into each face. “Any who object, state so
now. For after this campfire if I am your chief, I will be the Chief in
all things, as my father Cold Wind was.” No one spoke.
“So be it. Now, Man of Horses, I ask you as my revered uncle to
name my sons.”
“I will accept this honor and think on it tonight. I will tell you the
names in the morning.”
The men moved away from the fire to where their wounded lay.
Tall Tree smiled at the place his daughter rested, then nodded at
Soaring Eagle. Soon the camp was silent but for the crackling of the
fire. Soaring Eagle walked to look down at his family on the buffalo
blanket before beginning a watch over the camp. In a few hours, he
would awaken another warrior to take his place, and then he could
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Chapter 8
Morning began before dawn when two pair of robust little lungs
announced hunger pangs. Little Crane was already in search of soft
leaves to use for diapers that she tied around the kicking feet with
sinew. Summer Swan lifted her shirt and put one hungry mouth to
each tit. Watching her from the dark were several warriors. The
younger, unmarried ones were enthralled with her huge, dark tipped
breasts and long legs. Those whose wives were gone looked at her,
wondering if she would eventually choose a mate from among them.
She approached Soaring Eagle and asked permission to go
downstream to wash herself. He growled at her. “Do as you wish.
You are a free woman, not my slave. All I want from you is your milk
for my sons.” With that, he turned away as if angry.
She shrugged off his abruptness, left the camp and walked until
she found a sandy shore where she removed all her clothing. She
moved into the water that was warmer than she had expected. It felt
wonderful to wash. She used ashes from the fire pit to scrub her body
and hair, and then rinsed it all away. Once clean, she lay on her back,
letting the current move her into the middle of the creek before she
rolled over and swam gracefully back to the beach.
Sitting in the water, she ran her fingers through her hair to remove
the tangles. Some cattail plants grew near her, so she picked one and
used it to brush her hair even smoother. She then braided it, adding a
spray of flowers as she reached the ends.
A snap in the wooded area behind her caused her to freeze. She
felt no sense of danger, so slowly arose, still naked, and turned to look
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normal man could pass up a chance to see a woman in her bath. No
matter, she did not care who it was, but she did hope it might have
been Soaring Eagle. No, she told herself, he would never spy and she
was right.
She was beautiful by any standards, tall, slender, and graceful.
She had been married and was no inexperienced girl. She knew those
watching her would have erections. She hoped they were so hard they
hurt, it might teach them a lesson.
Once back in camp, she knew within minutes who it had been, as
neither of the younger warriors would even look in her direction. She
made a point of walking near them and asking just loud enough for
them to hear. “Did you enjoy my bath as much as I did?”

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Chapter 9
At first light, Summer Swan awoke before the babies. She
relieved herself behind a row of low bushes and gathered more leaves
to catch the after-birth flow, which she noted was diminishing
already. Probably due to the nursing of the boys, she decided. She
moved toward the fire when she heard a voice behind her.
“You are here only to tend my children and Little Crane. You will
stay with them and others will bring up water and do the cooking. If
you want to watch over the other children while we hunt, you may do
so. It is your choice. Perhaps the injured women can assist you, but
other than that, your responsibility is my family. Is that understood?”
Soaring Eagle’s voice was cold and definitely an order.
“You yourself said I could do as I wish, that I am not your slave.
And I wish now to help with the camp and cooking. When the little
ones want me, I will return to them. Otherwise, I will do as I choose.”
She walked away, pulled a chunk of buffalo from its wrapping, and
deftly slid in onto the spit before stoking the low fire. Within minutes,
the meat began to sear and the aroma woke many of the others. A tiny
cry called her back to the sleeping robes where she sat enjoying the
tug and mouth on her breast.
Man of Horses approached her and sat on the sleeping robe
looking at the children. A stern-faced Soaring Eagle joined them,
taking care to look only at the boys, never at Summer Swan. “Last
night in my dreams, the gods came to me with the names of your
sons.” The old man picked up one twin and held it high in both his
hands as if showing it to the sky and gods. “This child will grow taller
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None will surpass his hunting skills or his speed in running. He will
understand the animals and birds of the plains and kill only for food
and cover, never for fun as some warriors do. I name him Land
Hunter.”
He looked at Soaring Eagle. “You gave me the privilege of
naming your sons, but I want to know you accept these names. Both
of you.”
“What do you, both of us? The woman has nothing to do with it.
She is only a source of food. Nothing more. And, in the past, the
mother is never consulted where the name is concerned, nor the father
either. It is the grandfather’s choice only.”
Man of Horses’s face tightened. “Soaring Eagle, there is no
grandfather, so I am consulting you for approval of my choices, the
choices given to me by the gods. Without her, your children would
have perished. It is her strength that feeds them. They are as much
part of her as they are of you. It is time you understand that and
accept that She Who Smiles is gone. You trust Summer Swan to feed
and care for your sons. You must also trust her to be part of their lives
for as long as she wants to remain with them. So, say no more about
that.
“Now, is this child to be called Land Hunter?” Soaring Eagle said
yes. Man of Horses looked at the woman who barely moved her head
in a nod, eyes still on the child in her arms.
“So he shall be. The child,” he picked up the other one, “will not
be as tall as his brother, but he will be stronger. He will outwrestle
every man who tries to best him. His skills in battle will become well
known. His temper will be easily fired, but he will put it to rest as
easily as it arises. He will be full of stealth and see things others do
not. My name for him is Iron Eyes.”
He looked from one adult to the other and both nodded. Soaring
Eagle stalked away but Man of Horses remained, watching her as the
children kicked at her side. “Summer Swan, he does not mean to
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Slowly it will soften into wonderful memories and he will start living
again. Be patient with him.” She arose and moved away to help load
the horses for the day’s journey.
Summer Swan did not understand why she should be patient. Had
not she also lost her husband and a child. He should be patient with
her, not the other way around. Besides, she was feeding the babies out
of her love of children and he had nothing to do with it at all. The next
time he was rude to her, she would set him straight.
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Chapter 10
She now carried the children on her back; together in a large pack
that two of the recovering women helped her create. In it first went
clean leaves and a layer of moss followed by more leaves and more
moss and a layer of soft grasses. The children sat atop the packing
below and freely passed their water and bowel movement. When the
packing was soiled, it was easily replace by new at each stop.
The wounded women adored the boys and volunteered to take
turns carrying them, but Summer Swan said no, but agreed that they
could when they regained their strength. None of the injured was able
to do more than stay on their horses, and one could not even manage
that. She was Sweet Flower, who lay on a travois, unconscious and
unaware that a horse pulled her to where ever they were going.
It was hot for Summer Swan and even hotter for the infants on her
back. She stopped and dismounted her horse under a shaded tree. She
slid the backpack off and laid it on the ground. She opened it to allow
air to move over their sweating bodies. “Hey, little ones. I thought
that Indian babies were a hardy bunch and did not cry at discomfort.
So, why are you crying? I know you are not hungry and the only
wetness I feel is your sweat.” She smiled as she wiped their red
bodies with water from her water bag, and then tickled their bare
tummies, loving the tiny smiles she got.
She heard his horse coming at a full run, but she did not turn to
greet him as he hit the ground before the horse even stopped
completely. “What are you doing? Have you lost what little mind
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you do not care about yourself, at least try to care for my babes. If that
is too hard for you to handle, then I will do it myself.”
Summer Swan stood, turned and walked as close to him as she
could get without touching him. Then, touch him, she did. She began
tapping his chest with her finger as hard as she could while she spoke,
allowing her temper to build as she vented.
“It should be apparent to even an imbecile like you that I am
stopping because the babies are so discomforted. It is too hot for them
in the pack made of the wrong materials, but that is all we have. So,
they need air and water to cool them. As for enemies, this is the first I
have heard of it. If they are around, then why did you give no
warning? Because you just made that up to frighten me. Well, it does
not! The only thing around here that frightens me is you. You do not
have a clue about babies. Even a male prairie dog knows more than
you do. So you think you can do better than I do, then do it. If that is
the way you want it, then fine with me.”
She stepped back and swung up onto her horse. With heels in its
sides, she raced away, in the opposite direction from the tribe as it
moved closer to the buffalo herd, which scouts spotted that morning.
****
Soaring Eagle stood like a rock statue. He could not believe she
was leaving his sons to fend on their own. No, not leaving his sons,
leaving him. He realized he had royally messed up, but pride stopped
him from calling her back. He fastened the boys tightly into their
pack, but laid it across his lap as he rode toward the tribe. The sun
was directly overhead and its blinding light caused immediate tears
from the little brown eyes. He tried to tip the pack out of the sun, but
it did not help. Finally, he turned them upright, facing his chest. They
continued to bawl even harder as his heat radiated to them.
His frustration level was at a boiling point when he reached the
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uncovered them as she had. In his mind, she was a devil sent to
plague him. Things worsened as Little Crane came running. “Where
is Summer Swan? What have you done with her?” The injured
women, barely able to walk, came toward him, shouting the same
questions. Even the warriors wandered toward him, eyes wide and
curious.
“I did nothing to her. She left on her own. She is a cruel woman
who cares only about herself.”
Little Crane was cried as she pounded his legs with her little fists.
“She would never leave the babies. She loves them more than anyone
does. Without her, they will die of hunger.” She turned and ran to her
father, who picked her up in his long arms. “Please, make him got
find Summer Swan. Please, please?” She continued to cry until
hiccups took over and her nose ran slime down her face.
Tall Tree looked at his brother-in-law. “Listen to the child. She is
right. How are you going to feed them, or care for them? We need to
hunt at dusk and we need you with us. The women are too hurt to care
for the babies and Little Crane can do only so much. So, whatever you
did to drive her away, you need to undo it. For your sons’ sake.”
“What is the matter with you all? A few days ago, you did not
even want her with us. Now, somehow, she is some kind of human
god. Well, let me tell you, she is not a god, she is not perfect, and she
is mean and spiteful. No, I will not search for her.”
Little Crane wiggled down from her fathers arms and ran to her
horse which she led to a rock to make her high enough to mount.
“Then, I will find her.” She rode as fast as she could without bouncing
off the horse.
“Damn it, I will go find her.”
Tall Tree shouted after Soaring Eagle as he sped away. “Don’t
come back without Little Crane or you will answer to me.”
Soaring Eagle caught up with Little Crane in less than a minute.
He scooped her off her horse as he rode past. He knew her horse
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the child asked as she snuggled against his broad chest. “She is such a
nice person and I love her. It is hard to love you, though, when you
are mean to her. So why are you so mean?”
He looked down at her tear-stained face and felt a wave of guilt.
Hell, he had hurt his sweet little niece for no reason other than his
own inner anger. “You are right, my little kitten, I was wrong to yell
at her. Let’s go find her and bring her back “
“But what if she won’t come back? If you yelled at me like that, I
would never, never, never come back.”
“Even if the babies needed you, you would not come back?”
“Well, for the babies I would come back, but not for you. You do
not deserve it. Oh, look, there she is.”
Indeed there she was, floating a small creek behind some bushes
on the bank that did little to cover her. He could see her large breasts
like balls on her chest and the dark Y where her legs joined. Against
his iron will, he felt a stirring in his groin anyway.
“Oh, Summer Swan. There you are. We have come to take you
home. But can I swim with you first? Can I, please, can I? Can I?”
“Yes, Little Crane, I would love to have you swim with me. But it
is up to your uncle as he is the man in charge of everything. You will
have to ask him.”
“Not now, Little Crane. The babies need us. But I promise to
bring you back later. Maybe your father would like to come, too.”
“Only if Summer Swan can come back with us.”
Summer Swan had waded out, not attempting to hide her nudity,
and dropped her shirt over her head and stepped into her skirt. Her
hair was still wet and her face and arms glistened with droplets in the
sun. “We shall see, Little Crane, later. Anyway, come and you can
ride back with me if your uncle apologizes otherwise you will have to
go with him.”
“Well, can I wade while he ‘pologizes?”
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Soaring Eagle nodded and waited until the youngster was in the
water before he spoke softly. “I am sorry. I should not have shouted at
you.”
“I can’t hear you, way up on that horse. I am down here.”
He gritted his teeth up dismounted. “I am sorry,” he said again.
“You are so far away; I cannot hear you very well.”
Soaring Eagle took a deep breath and walked slowly to within a
two feet of her. “Can you hear me now? I am sorry I yelled at you.
The babies need you, so please come back.”
“I accept that apology, such as it was. Be forewarned, though, that
anything like this happens again, I will leave. As much as I love the
children, I will not be treated like a slave ever again. Do you
understand?”
He nodded. She turned to call the now soaking wet Little Crane.
Summer Swan mounted her horse and Soaring Eagle settled his niece
in front of her. The woman urged her horse into a run, calling out over
her shoulder, “Last one back is a smelly skunk.” He could hear the
laughter ahead of him and smile as he urged his horse after them,
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Chapter 11
The entire tribe traveled with the warriors, the hunters. A normal
situation would have the women, children, and old men staying in the
village, but they had no village. Nor could they make one until they
had buffalo skins for tepees, clothing, and shoes. The meat would
need to be smoked and dried for later use. Their first order of business
was finding the buffalo and hunting for meat to trade until they could
smoke their own.
They searched for two days before a scout found a herd only a few
hours ride away. During that time, they did find some deer, a few
rabbits, and wild roots and plants to season their food. The deerskins
would make soft dresses for the women and children and even a shirt
or two for the men during the cold winters. However, more
importantly, there would be shoes for all.
With the buffalo so close, the group urged their horses into faster
gaits to arrive and establish camp before the hunt. The travois
bounced with the pace of the horse pulling it, causing the rider, Sweet
Flower to moan in pain. Summer Swan begged to ride slower for the
woman’s sake. Soaring Eagle merely shook his head no. He knew
Summer Swan and his Little Crane would think him heartless, but the
good of all was more important that the one injured woman, who he
thought would die anyway.
When they came to a rise, the scout stopped them. “It is a small
herd, restless, too. The sky looks like storm and they will stampede if
it thunders. We have little time, I think.”
There was no further discussion beyond Soaring Eagles command
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fire ready, too, as we have need meat and robes to trade and for our
own use.” He turned and silently the hunters rode over the rise and
down toward the herd. The wind was in their favor, so the buffalo did
not smell them. They readied their bows and arrows, taking their time
approaching the massive animals.
Their luck held. Tall Tree’s first arrow went true, reaching the
bull’s heart located behind the shoulders. The animal dropped like a
huge brown rock that caused no concern among the others.
Encouraged by Tall Tree’s success, Little Bear shot and his aim was
perfect, too. A second bull fell to the ground. The scout’s arrow was
off, hitting a buffalo in his stomach, causing a huge roar of pain. That
sound and the smell of blood now alerted the others who began to run,
in circles at first, giving the hunters more time for more arrows.
Soaring Eagle downed two and Tall Tree a second one. Several more
arrows hit others and the herd found a leader to follow, leaving the
dead and wounded on the ground just as the first peal of thunder
shook the plain.
They were pleased with their success. Six lay dead and five
unable to rise. The hunters killed them quickly stop the animals’ pain.
It had all happened so quickly that Soaring Eagle sent one of the
young men back to camp, instructing them to move the camp down to
the killing field. Processing the dead creatures would be easier if they
did not have to drag them or skin them another place.
****
Summer Swan found herself in the strange position of directing up
the camp. She, a former slave, was now in charge and the old men
gave her advice, but not orders. No, never again would she bow to
any captor. She would stay a free woman or die.
Only the fire circles were complete when the hunter arrived with
news they were to move. Everyone mounted his horse and rode to
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did this work, but there were not enough women to do it all. Only
Summer Swan and Little Crane were unhurt, but She Who Cries and
Dark Woman (who was a slave) mended enough to gather rocks for
the fire circles and wood for the fires. The smaller children picked up
buffalo chips for warming fires. Sweet Flower on her travois asked to
watch the twins as the other toiled. Summer Swan laid them beside
her and bent to kiss her cheek and pat her head before returning to the
tasks of setting up camp.
The river where she had bathed just days before was nearby so
Little Crane led the horses to drink. It was not long before she ran
back to where her father was cutting a buffalo into large chunks.
“Father, Father. There are others away up the river. It is a large camp
with hundreds of tepees. Where can we hide? I am so afraid.” She had
her arms wrapped around his legs and her face hidden against him. He
lifted her and carried her to Summer Swan. “Keep her safe. She will
tell you why. We will go to see what she found.” Cold Wind, Tall
Tree, and Soaring Eagle rode toward the river, then dismounted and
walked. They disappeared into the trees while everyone watched.
Finally, Summer Swan regained her sense of necessity and quietly
urged them to get back to the jobs of building a camp. By the time,
the men returned the smoking fires blazed and over them hung large
pieces of meat on tripods build over the fire. Once the fat and sinew
of the animals was scraped from the inside of their pelts, the skins
would be draped over the tripod, holding in the heat and smoke while
the meat cured. The smoke tents were miniature tepees. Cooking fires
were doing their jobs, too, and the aromas made stomachs growl with
hunger.
This was the time when women got little rest. Their lot in life
meant processing the bounty in many ways. They hung strips of meat
on racks or tripods to dry in the hot sun or over a smoky fire to make
jerky that would nourish them through the lean times and was perfect
for hunters or scouts away for long periods. Sausages made from
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Dried meat beaten with a rock until it turned to powder that when
mixed with melted fat and berries became pemmican. In this form, it
would last for months.
Berries, eaten fresh or dried and stored in birch bark containers
also became dyes, jewelry, and medicines. Plants like wild rice,
bitterroot, and prairie turnips became part of their stores. There were
turnips eaten raw, boiled, or roasted. Dried turnips when pounded into
flour and missed with grease collected from the bones of the animals
became bannock, a type of bread cooked over a fire.
****
Dusk had fallen when the three men came out of the trees and
mounted their horses. They were smiling as they rode into camp. Tall
Tree jumped from his horse and pickup up his little daughter. “You
are the best scout in the camp, Little Crane. No one else so much as
noticed the other camp. If they had been an unfriendly bunch, we
might have had a repeat of the last attack.
“Instead, we have found a friendly tribe. They are willing to trade
blankets and pelts for our fresh meat. And, if we can get them more,
they might even be willing to part with a female slave or two. There
are also several women in need of husbands, so you young bucks
might give some thought to that.”
Soaring Eagle sent out his scout again in search of buffalo. “Our
new friends will be here tomorrow for meat. They invited us to move
our camp near theirs and we think that is a good idea. It will be safer
for our women and children while we chase the buffalo. But first we
must complete this hunt.”
Summer Swan had misgivings about such a move and spoke to the
council of her hesitation even without tangible evidence that it was a
wrong thing to do. “Can I speak?” she asked from her sitting position
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Soaring Eagle looked at the male faces and saw no objections.
“Summer Swan, you have permission to voice your opinion.”
She stood and moved closer to the center of the tribe. “I cannot
say why I think this is a mistake, but I do. Perhaps it is intuition, or a
stray thought from the Gods or the spirits of our dead, but the idea of
moving in with an unknown people causes my heart to beat faster and
my head to fill with strange cries and visions of pain. It is usually for
safety that people join together, but perhaps we would be unwise to
do so without knowing more of the tribe before making such a
change. Might we not be like the rabbit invited into the wolves den?
She nodded to each warrior as she looked around the circle, and
they turned to return to the babes and her sleeping robes. The council
decided to stay where they were, each man trusting the strange
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Chapter 12
There was much excitement in camp that night. No one seemed to
mind taking turns stoking the smoking fires. Little Crane had not
forgotten the half-promise of a swim in the river, so began to beg
Summer Swan, Soaring Eagle, and Tall Tree to take her. She finally
convinced her father and the woman to accompany her, but Soaring
Eagle declined. He claimed to have too much to do before the others
arrived in the morning, but Summer Swan knew he declined because
of her. But, she did not care. The cool water of the river would be
wonderful after such a hot, sweaty day and she did not intend to miss
a chance to be clean again. She nursed the babies and set out on her
horse, riding with Tall Tree and Little Crane.
****
Soaring Eagle felt a sense of anger, at what he was not sure. He
did not like the idea of her naked body in the water with Tall Tree, but
that was none of his business. If she wanted to flaunt her curves and
temptations to Tall Tree, who was he to care?
But he did care. He knew he did. He remembered her floating in
the water, hair spread around her, huge breasts, hard nipples, long
legs, and curly black hair. He pictured himself between those legs, his
cock buried in the black hair, and his mouth on hers. The picture in
his mind caused him to harden until his penis hurt.
That night, she lay playing with the babies across the tent floor
from him blowing on tiny tummies until little laughter erupted from
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Soaring Eagle laugh. Her long hair fell to the sides of her face and the
babes grabbed handfuls and tugged. She talked to them as only a
woman can and he smiled. He watched the firelight flicker on her
skin. Her nipples were still hard from the babies’ mouths. He rolled
over and feigned sleep, even emitting a soft snore, until she was sure
he was asleep. She threw off her blanket and stepped outside to
relieve herself.
When she returned, she lay uncovered. The moon rose and
emitted lighted through the smoke hole in the top of the tepee. He
could see her clearly though his slitted eyelids. By the Gods, she was
beautiful. His stirring penis brought thoughts of She Who Smiles and
with those thought, knowing that his wife would want him to love
again, or at least find a relief for his needs. And such a relief was a
scant few feet away.
When he was sure Summer Swan was asleep, he arose and walked
to her. Standing over her lovely body, his penis grew rock hard and
throbbed. He knelt beside her and bent to kiss her. Instead of
compliant lips in return, he received a hard punch in his chest.
“What do you think you are doing? I am not yours. Get away from
me. Or I swear I will leave this tent this minute and not return.”
He dropped to his back, lying beside her. “You are so damn
beautiful. How could any man ignore you? Do you not have needs,
too? We can help each other and enjoy the pleasures the gods gave to
us.”
“You are the most arrogant, stupid, unthinking man I have ever
met. Is this your way of approaching a woman, of inviting her to your
bed? Well, you are sorely mistaken if you think I am interested at all
in pleasures with you. Now, get away. I mean it.”
Soaring Eagle did not move. “I will move away if you give me a
chance to please you. I promise. If you do not like my touches and
caresses within time it takes the moon to move away from the smoke
hole, I go back to my sleeping robes. But if you do, will you be honest
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When she did not answer, he raised himself up on one elbow and
let his head bent over her body. His tongue touched the end of her
nipple as his free hand moved to envelope her other breast. He tasted
the milk that she provided for his sons and that excited him even
more. His lips encircled her nipple and he gently suckled it, feeling it
harden in his mouth.
His free hand moved down to rub her stomach, then her hips. The
woman smell of her excited all his senses. His tongue followed until
she pulled his head up and met his lips with her own. There was no
doubt that they would couple and it would be good.
His fingers moved between her legs, sliding into the wetness
there. She moaned in her throat as he touched her clit. He began to
rub it and felt it growing. She opened her legs wide and pushed her
hips up to meet his hand. She held his head to her breasts as she began
jerking side-to-side, up and down, whispering ‘more, more, more’
until she dropped back on the sleeping robe.
He knelt between her knees, lifting her buttocks up as he slowly
pushed inside her. His excitement built too fast for him to control and
his semen spurt into her like a flood. She held him to her, inside her,
and raised her lips to his again as he dropped down atop her sweating
body.
They rested, saying not a word nor moving, until they both felt his
cock wiggling again. This time, he moved at a slower pace. She
wrapped her long legs around his hips and met his every thrust. They
shared endless kisses and touches as their fever mounted. She felt his
long cock deep within her and let her body go with the feelings it
aroused. His mind now knew nothing but her pussy and his penis; his
body took over. They rode together to a sensual crest, each
murmuring words, but not words of love. Words of lust. Demands for
pleasure. He whispered that he could not hold off any more. She lifted
her hips high and moaned her climax as he met his.
Again they rested without speaking, listening to their breathing
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head to his hips. She took penis into her mouth until it began to grow
again. He moaned and begged her to stop, which she did not do. His
hands held her head, his hips jerked, and he released as much cum as
he had the first two times, amazing them both.
She tried to push him away, but he reached once again between
her legs. The wetness from her excitement and his cum ran down into
her butt crack. He rubbed there first, then up into her vagina, using
three fingers to rub the top of her canal. Suddenly she cried out and he
knew he had found the spot, the spot She Who Smiles enjoyed above
all else.
Soaring Eagle arose and left the tent. By the time he returned from
relieving himself, she was asleep. He wanted to return to her for what
he and She Who Smiles had called his dessert, but that would have to
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Chapter 13
Summer Swan had never experienced anything that felt like that
did. It was as if a hundred clits were exploding at the same time, over
and again, while she cried out her ecstasy. She fell exhausted on her
sleep robe. In what seemed like a few minutes, rather than hours, she
awoke to two pair of kicking feet prodding her hips. She fed the boys
and smiled as she recalled the night of pleasure they had enjoyed. She
washed herself and the twins as best she could, dressed, and carried
Land Hunter and Iron Eyes outside to meet the world.
She could not see Soaring Eagle anywhere, but the camp was full
of men and a few women who she knew were from the other tribe.
She moved forward, introduced herself to them, and soon was deep in
discussion with the women regarding the twins, tanning hides, and
what was considered women’s work.
The day was wondrous with so many new folks to meet and enjoy
food. The new friends brought much to share including currant berries
and wild onion stew. The men laughed, talked, and bartered into the
night. There was much discussion in whispers about the twin sons of
the chief, but no one dared question their being alive and not killed at
birth. Women, as all women will do, took turns holding the babies.
Much trading occurred with pleasing results on both sides. Their
abundance of meat gave them robes and skins. Summer Swan traded
some of her herbs and roots for theirs, along with instructions on their
uses. Each tribe was pleased with the results
There were also several young women and naturally, the young
men were especially glad of that. It was unlikely any real attachments
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since their own village now had so few women. Even the older
warriors seemed more attentive this day. Perhaps romance was in the
air. Summer Swan smiled to herself, remembering the night she and
Soaring Eagle shared.
That smile diminished after she changed the boys and fed them
hopefully for the last time until morning. Soaring Eagle did not return
until very late and fell to sleep immediately on his own sleeping
robes. The next night was the same. And the third. Summer Swan
finally had to accept that she was just a convenience for him to get
relieve from over full balls and a stiff penis. Well, next time there
would be no next time.
The warm days on the plains began to turn colder. By now, there
were back at the original camp, beside the river, below the Witness
Tree. Life was good. Dark Woman and She Who Cries both had new
husbands, and even Sweet Flower had a suitor. Sweet Flower spent
most of her time, sitting while her tortured legs grew stronger, but she
was never bored because all the children gravitated to her. They
sensed her goodness and her love and adored her in return.
The twins were trying to walk to the enjoyment of everyone. Little
Crane took each by one hand and the trio walked slowly around the
camp, until something or someone caught the attention of the little
eyes. They would drop her hands and scurry away on hands and knees
until their reached their goal or something else caught their fancy.
Summer Swan knew it was time to wean them from her breasts,
but she enjoyed their nursing. She promised herself it would stop
when they walked, which she knew would be soon. She vowed to
withhold her breasts, allowing her milk to diminish, and to teach the
boys to drink from the cups she and Little Crane made for them out of
hollowed limbs. They liked their cups, but at bedtime, they wanted
her tits. She sighed deeply, starting tonight, she told herself.
That evening things worsened. First, the charming twins were
overly tired from hard play with Little Crane. Second, they did not
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get to her breast. Fourth, Soaring Eagle came in and began laughing
as his sons bombarded her from every direction.
“Stop laughing and help me,” Summer Swan yelled at him.
“What do you want me to do? I do not have tits for them to
suckle, so what can I possibly do to help?”
“You can grab one of them and hold him down while I try to feed
the other one from his cup. Or better yet, I will hold one and you feed
the other.”
He grinned. “That does not seem like much of a problem.” He
picked up one of the milk-filled cups and pressed it to the lips of the
child on his lap. Land Hunter grinned up at his father and drank
several swallows. Iron Eye watched his brother and began to cry,
struggling to get away from Summer Swan. She let him go and
watched as he crawled on fleet hands and knees until he also sat on
his father. Soaring Eagle gave him a couple swallows before returning
it to his brother. They took turns and when the cup was empty, fussed
until he started with the second one. They slowed in their drinking
and began rubbing their eyes, a sure sign they were sleepy.
Summer Swan picked up Land Hunter and carried him to a spot
she had prepared for them to sleep, away from her breasts. Soaring
Eagle carried Iron Eyes and placed him beside his brother. Neither
child was happy about the arrangement and whimpered his
displeasure. Summer Swan patted each on his back until they settled
into sleep.
When she tried to rise, she found herself locked in the arms of a
determined man. She could feel his penis pressed against her as he
pushed her down and lay atop her, trying to kiss her as he squeezed
her breast.
****
At that very moment, Little Crane ran into the tepee without
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“I got these done just in time. It is starting to snow and…” she
stopped and her eyes grew large. Her uncle was on top of Summer
Swan. She knew that is what men and women did, she had seen her
mother raped and all her life watched animals mate. She turned and
ran back outside. Within seconds, she was back. “I understand. You
are going to get married. Right? Oh, that is wonderful.” She jumped
up and down in her excitement.
“No, Little Crane, we are not getting married,” her uncle said. He
arose and moved to sit on his buffalo skin. He picked up the child and
sat her in his lap. “I like Summer Swan a great deal, but not to marry.
I will not marry again. She Who Smiles will always be my wife.”
“But you laid on her, like married people do. It is not right for you
to lie on her any other way. My mother told me that and my father
agrees. If you are not going to marry her, then you should not have
laid on her like that. You are bad, Uncle.” She wiggled out of his
grasp and ran outside, throwing the tiny shoes at him as she left.
Summer Swan did not move. His words were like a river of ice
washing over her. In her heart of hearts, she was sure that one day he
would take her as his wife. No, all he took from her was what his
body needed, not his mind. She wanted to cry and scream but refused
to let him see her hurt. She arose and began to gather her few personal
belongings, which she dropped onto her sleeping robe. She rolled it
up and walked to the door without a word.
In one step, he was beside her, holding her arm tightly in his hand.
“Wait, let me explain.”
She looked into his eyes without moving. He slowly released her
arm and let his hand drop to his side. Without a word, she left the
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Chapter 14
Summer Swan had no idea where she would go, but she was
determined not to return to the tepee of Soaring Eagle. In her heart,
she knew she loved him, now she admitted it to herself. She wanted to
be his wife and raise his sons. They were as much a part of her now as
they were of him. However, it was not to be.
She moved quietly as the first flakes of the season floated down
around her. They melted immediately but were portends of the cold
time ahead. She remembered a copse of small trees under the large
mother tree on the hill and headed in that direction. She moved passed
Tall Tree’s home and heard soft crying inside. She tapped on the door
and waited until he called “Enter.”
She stepping inside Little Crane sat crying in her father’s lap as he
snuggled her close.
“Tall Tree, please. Can I talk to Little Crane? She is upset and I
understand why?”
“I would like to understand why, as well,” he said. “Please explain
because in her tears and sobs, she is hard to understand.” He moved
his had to indicate she should sit.
Summer Swan took a deep breath. “It is hard to speak. We had
been playing on my sleeping robe with the babies. When they finally
fell asleep, Soaring Eagle turned to me and held me down with his
body. He was…” Tall Tree nodded his understanding. “Little Crane
mistook our play for something far different. She asked is we were
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“Little Crane,” she said. “Will you come to me and let me
explain.” The child arose and sat on her lap. “It was a game we
sometimes play, usually with the twins. It means nothing. Can I tell
you a secret?” Little Crane nodded. “I have to wean the boys and the
best way for me to do it is for me to give them no chance to suckle.
So, I am going to move tonight and tomorrow I will build my own
home. Would you like to help me?”
“Oh yes, Summer Swan. I would love to help you. Please, father,
can I help?” He nodded. “And because she has no place to sleep
tonight, can she share my sleeping robe?”
Again, he nodded. “Oh, that will be so much fun. Come on. Let us
go to bed now. I am tired.”
“You will have to work hard tomorrow to help Summer Swan, so
close your little eyes and tell the gods what is in your heart. We will
sit here by the fire and talk for a few minutes.”
“I will, but hurry, Summer Swan. I love you so much. And you
too, Father.”
****
The adults sat quietly, discussing the snow and the coming of
winter. Soft snores came from the child. Tall Tree stood and offered
her his hand to rise from the dirt floor. They stepped outside and
walked to the edge of the camp where no one would hear them. They
stood in the lightly falling snow. Summer Swan caught flakes with
her tongue and hands like a child. Tall Tree smiled and watched her
animated face. She was so beautiful, he thought for the millionth time.
Soaring Eagle was dumber than a stump to let her slip out of his
fingers. A dead wife would keep no one warm at night nor produce
strong sons.
“Summer Swan, I have thought of you more times than you can
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Eagle. I can see now that it is not the case. Can we get to know one
another better? Can I pursue you to that end? Will you consider me?”
She stopped chasing snowflakes and looked at him as if it was the
first time she had ever seen him. “I cannot answer that question right
now, but we can get to know each other better. I would like that, but
we must not give Little Crane any ideas. She has enough of her own.”
They both laughed.
****
Soaring Eagle stood outside his abode, in the shadows. He could
not hear what they said, but he did hear the laughter. He felt as if
someone had hit him in the stomach. His head swam with jealousy
that he knew he had no to right to feel. He had rejected her and hurt
her. He never thought she wanted to be more than a wet woman for
his sons. Now she was gone and had already found another man. His
anger at her and his brother-in-law built until he realized he had
clenched his fists so hard they hurt. Who could blame Tall Tree? He
was a virile man in need of a woman, just as he himself had needed a
woman. What of Summer Swan? Did she hunger for a husband so
badly that she would take the first to ask? He turned back into his
tepee and lay unsleeping for hours, listening to the soft snores of his
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Chapter 15
The following morning was warm and all signs of the cold season
had disappeared. Little Crane was awake before daylight. She
whispered in a voice so loud she knew it would wake her father and
Summer Swan. “Can we start right away? I know where the buffalo
skins for tepees are stacked. Or should we cut branches for the frame
first?”
“The first thing we should do is eat,” chided her father. “That
means starting a fire and setting up your little spit for meat. And then,
if she wants your help, you can ask Summer Swan what she has
planned. I will go cut the trees for the frames and bring the buffalo
skins back myself. One thing that does need your young hands, my
daughter, is for you to gather some boughs to sweep the area where
Summer Swan wants her tepee.”
Even the idea of sweeping did not lower the child’s high spirit.
“Oh, daughter, there is no need for you to tell anyone what is going
on. That is for Summer Swan to do. Understood?”
She nodded and raced outside to start to assemble her little spit
and gather buffalo chips to start the fire, then wood to roast the meat.
The two adults smiled shyly at one another and left the tepee one,
then another, hoping she did not notice. Of course, they were not that
lucky, as several children saw her and ran back to their parents to
report.
Summer Swan helped Little Crane with the spit and wood. The
child ran to her, taking her hand. “Where will we build your tepee?
How about right here, next to ours? Why, we could even hook the two
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“Hold up a bit, sweet child. I do not think that is a good idea.
Actually, it would be better if my home were far away from the tepees
of all the unmarried men, so people would not talk. I like the spot
over by Man of Horse.”
“But, Summer Swan, that is so far from ours. And whom will you
talk to way over there? And you know, Father will not let me go that
far at night. Please, please, be closer.”
This time Summer Swan was firm. “I will talk to Man of Horses.
He is so nice and so full of wonderful stories. I am sure I will never
get tired of listening to him. And since he is alone, I wager that he
would like to join me for some meals.
“And you are right; you should not be running around camp after
dark, so you will come only during the day unless invited for the
night. That will happen only once in a while. You need to be with
young people.”
Her face clouded. “The only young people are those babies. Not
the twins, but the other ones who lived. And they are all boys. I don’t
like boys expect Iron Eyes and Land Hunter.”
Summer Swan smiled at her. ‘I have an idea. Look, there is She
Who Cries and Dark Woman. They are not many years older than you
are. Let us go speak to them.” Little Crane hung back, but the woman
would not release her hand.
The two young women smiled as they approached. She Who Cries
started giggling, something they had never seen before. “I have great
news, but do no tell anyone yet. I want to tell my husband first.
Promise?” All three nodded. “I am going to have a baby. About the
time of the first hot days next year, I think. When Curved Bear Claws
comes home tomorrow, then I will tell him. He and some of the others
are scouting for close herds of deer or buffalo.”
Summer Swan hugged the girl. It was hard to think of her as a
full-grown woman because her years numbered only fifteen, one less
than Dark Woman. Little Crane could not take her eyes off their
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“No, I don’t think so. I am just a bit rounder all over than She
Who Cries. I wish I did though. Then you could help me with it like
you helped Summer Swan.”
“I would like that. Can I help you, She Who Cries? I know all
about babies. I almost saw one born one time, before my mother
shooed me off.”
The women smiled. “Little Crane, there is a lot to do when a
woman has a baby in her stomach. She needs her back rubbed and
sometimes her feet, too. She cannot lift things that are heavy when her
stomach gets big and might need some help.”
“How do you know so much, Summer Swan? You do not have
children.”
Pain at the loss of her child swelled up in her heart and soul. She
answered slowly with tears forming in her eyes. “I did have a
daughter. She was beautiful, just like you. But she died. That is when
your uncle found me and brought me back to feed the hungry babies.
Do you remember? Now we have jobs to do. You can come back and
visit with Dark Woman and She Who Cries whenever they want you
to.”
“Oh, can I?” She looked at them and grinned when they nodded.
“Now, go, find those branches to sweep.” She turned and smiled
at the young women. “You may be sorry you agreed so readily. She
can become a bit of a pest if you let her.”
Dark Woman answered. “That is no problem. She reminds me of
my little sister who died. I will enjoy her and it will be nice to have a
sister again. If she wants to be.”
Little Crane swept the ground clean, with the approval of old Man
of Horses who was delighted to have company near him. When Tall
Tree arrived with the small trees, buffalo sinew to tie the uprights
together, and the tanned hides it took little time to erect her new
home. The young women came to help and brought a couple of small
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Man of Horses supervised, making sure that the opening faced
east, as all their homes did. He sent the small boys who were under
foot out onto the prairie in search of rocks as big as they could carry,
buffalo chips, and small wood pieces for her fire circle. By the time
the sun was high, her home was complete. Soaring Eagle, with a son
in each arm, nodded as he passed by to visit the old man next door.
The twins wiggled to get at Summer Swan, so she went inside and
fastened the door to keep them away from her. They whined and
whimpered but finally gave up in search of something to put in their
mouths. She did not worry because she heard Little Crane scolding
them.
Now she was free of her responsibilities to Soaring Eagle and his
sons, she would start doing her share of women’s work. They had no
skins to tan then, so she moved onto the plain in search of more herbs,
roots, and shrubs to help heal. Some in the tribe already referred to
her as the Shaman, the medicine man.
When she returned to her home at dusk, Man with Horses sat
outside his tepee and motioned her to join him. He was blunt in his
questions, but that is the way of the old, she thought.
“Why did you leave the tepee of Soaring Eagle?” he asked.
“Because my job there was finished. The boys are no longer in
need of my milk.”
“Did Soaring Eagle hurt you some way?”
“Not really. He has no need for a wife and I will never again be a
slave to any man.”
“Ah, you were once a slave?”
“Yes. My master was kind and married me, but his first wives
hated me. He died in a buffalo hunt. When my child died at birth, I
could not return to the tribe for fear of my life. Soaring Eagle found
me and brought me with him. He told me I was free to leave if I
wanted, but his sons needed me.”
“Ah,” said the old man, puffing on his pipe. “What will you do
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Summer Swan smiled at him. “Yes, if I find a man who pleases
me. I will not marry just to have a husband. But, you need not worry;
I will do my share of work for the tribe. Like today, I gathered
medicines. Tomorrow, I will help sew deerskin garments as the
weather is cooling and we will all need warmer things.”
“Yes, that is true. But will you not be lonely?”
“No, Man of Horses. I have friends among the women, few that
we are. I have the children to care for and love. Little Crane has no
mother now, so she needs someone to teach her how to tan hides, sew,
and what the prairie offers.”
“That is all good, but you are a woman and women have other
needs. You must be careful that you are not the cause for men to
argue and fight. Horny men and a beautiful woman have caused many
deaths. Sometimes a woman who does not wish to marry any of her
suitors but who likes them, well, she can enjoy them on her robes at
night. She can enjoy them together, to show no favoritism, which
causes jealousy. Sometimes together is best. When I was young, I
enjoyed those times. Later I married and shared my wife occasionally,
if she agreed, and when she was willing. She liked it and it excited me
to watch. You might want to think about this.”
Summer Swan nodded to him. He continued his reminiscing. “She
took her task of teaching the young warriors very seriously, but that
was different than simply sharing with a friend or guest. Sometimes
we would demonstrate to the young bucks to make sure they
understood.”
Summer Swan looked puzzled and asked, “What do you mean,
teaching the young warriors? What did you teach them? What did you
demonstrate? I have never heard of this before.”
“This has been a tradition in our village for generations. The gods
watched our early people from the sky and took pity on the women
who dreaded and disliked the act of reproduction. The gods decided
that women would be more productive and willing if the men were
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to teach the men the things that women like and dislike. When the
men learned to please their mates, they wanted all couples to be as
happy with one another as the first lovers were.
“It was decreed that in each tribe a young, beautiful married
woman should teach those who had passed their manhood trials how
to please a female. That woman was usually the wife of a chief or
another the chief picks if he is without a wife. It is common for his
choice to be a slave that shares his life with him. When she catches a
child from him, he usually marries her, but not always. If the woman
chooses not to marry, she nourishes the child until it no longer needs
her. She then leaves the child with its father and is free to move from
man to man. If no other weds her, she dies a lonely old woman pitied
by all. This is often the fate of women who like the cocks of too many
men.
“Some of the young warriors were better at fighting and hunting
than at loving, so the woman and her man might decide to
demonstrate to them how it was done. No young man was allowed to
join the warriors and hunters until he had learned all aspects of
manhood.”
Summer Swan smiled, and then laughed. “How many of those
young men pretended ignorance to continue their lessons?”
Man of Horses was serious when he answered. “The woman
would know and refuse him any more lessons. Her husband might
also be aware of the ruse and kick out the young man. And kick, I
mean. He would push him to the door, naked, and boot him out into
the view of all people present. The young man would grin sheepishly
and beg for his clothes, but he could not have them until the following
morning. He was forced to run to where ever he had other attire, much
to the pleasure of the giggling young women.”
“How did the woman keep from catching a child from the young
men?”
“Ah, simply. She taught them only when she was already with
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joining, which she and her man would show them. Besides, pregnant
women get horny once their fear of getting that way is no longer a
problem.”
Summer Swan spent a great deal of time that night and in nights to
follow, thinking of the pleasures a woman could receive while
teaching young warriors how to make other women want to fuck. She
smiled to herself and closed her eyes each night when she was alone,
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Chapter 16
Summer Swan did think about what he said to her, about laying
with more than one man in the night. Or, maybe, she thought, even in
the day. Maybe on the soft grass by the river. In the bright sun,
warming their bodies. She felt her body stirring at the images her
mind created. She forced the men to be faceless, but she could see
their bodies, glistening with sweat in the sun. One kissed her breasts
as the other knelt between her legs, lifting her hips, and burying his
face in her curls. She lifted the head of the man at her breasts and
kissed him deeply as her vagina moistened and her clit exploded. She
took his penis in her hand and guided it to her mouth. Yes, she
thought, this would be exciting. She let her mind return to her fantasy.
The man between her legs slid his cock into her wet canal and
watched as her lips and mouth moved on the other penis. Her insides
began to quiver to the movements of both men. All three of them
exploded at the same time.
Summer Swan opened her eyes, letting the visions fade away. She
felt her womanhood tingling with want, which she tried to ignore. She
could not and her hand moved down to touch her throbbing clit,
moving it, rolling it, pressing it until her hips lifted from the robe as if
to meet deep, hard strokes of her lover. Her climax left her breathing
hard and wishing it had been a man instead of her hand. What man,
she would have to decide, because she knew what she needed.
****
A scout rode into the village shortly after dawn with the word that
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living and shifted into a flurry of activity. The hunters left,
accompanied by the two old men who led the packhorses that would
return with meat and skins.
The women carried buckets of water to the huge hollow tree trunk
they used to soak the pelts where they would remain in the water for
three to six days. Then they removed the fur and cut off the hair as
close to the skin as possible. They were made of ashes that broke
down the remaining hair, which they scraped away before starting the
tanning process. If the fur was to remain on the pelt, they skipped the
lye step. These pelts make sleeping robes and winter over-clothing.
The same method is used for pelts of other game.
The entire process seemed endless to the few women who had so
little time, that their other jobs suffered. Finally, Summer Swan
suggested one evening that the men must help. Her idea met with
grumbling and hoots until she said quietly, “In that case, not all the
pelts will be completed before they rot. We women can do only so
much and we have reached that point now.”
In the morning, still grumbling and voicing their unhappiness,
most of the warriors pitched in and soon found themselves actually
enjoying the camaraderie with each other and the much-happier
females.
Little Crane got her first real lesson in cutting meat and smoking it
as well as the art of tanning hides. At first, she flitted between one
task and the other, until the women tired of her annoying antics and
asked Summer Swan to put her to doing something useful. The child
did not like any part of it when told she had to actually work instead
of play at working. As Summer Swan reminded her, in Little Crane’s
own words, “I am not a baby anymore. I am six summer’s old and
nearly a woman.”
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The hunt was a success with eight more buffalo, which the hunters
decided was as many as they could handle at a time. Everyone worked
at every task, even the men who still thought only women did some of
the tasks.
Soaring Eagle announced as they ate the first night after the hunt,
“We have too few women to handle all the buffalo. If we are going to
have enough to eat and keep us warm during the snow and cold, we
must all help. If you do not help, you do not eat or share the blankets
and clothes we make. The choice is yours.” There were some mutters,
particularly from the young, unmarried men, but that soon subsided
when they realized he meant what he had said.
Every evening the people dropped exhausted on their sleeping
robes. Only Soaring Eagle could not. In his tepee were two ever
hungry, busy, crawling boys wanted only to play, not sleep. He would
not ask for help, even if he could think of someone to ask. After an
hour or two of playing, they would fall asleep, only to awaken in a
couple hours for a drink that led to more play. How had She Who
Smiles lived with the children at night and worked all day? He had no
idea.
****
The day the last of the meat and pelts were complete, the sun rose
and heated the prairie, as it had not in nearly a moon. It lifted the
spirits of all, especially Little Crane, who had already forgotten her
anger with Summer Swan. “Can we go swimming today? I promise to
be good.”
“Well, if your father agrees. Perhaps others would like to join us,
too. Remember, though, that the water will be a lot colder than it was
last time, so bring something warm to wrap in for the ride back.”
“Oh, I was hoping it would just be you and me and father. Like a
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“Sweet child, we are not a family, just three friends. So ask others
if they want to come, also.” A pout appeared on her face, but she
nodded and ran back to the middle of the village, calling out an
invitation for a swim.
Ten people including the three of them, Soaring Eagle and the
twins, Dark Woman, She Who Cries and their husbands rode together
to the river. She Who Cries spoke as she waded into the water up to
her knees, “By the gods, I did not think it would be so cold. I think
this is deep enough. I don’t want my child born with icicles hanging
from his nose.” Her husband Curved Bear Claw laughed and picked
her up in his arms. He waded out to his stomach, holding her up,
threatening to drop her.
Little Crane was already naked and in the icy water. She ran to
him, splashing water on everyone. “You stop that. You will hurt her
and the baby. Take her to shore immediately, do you hear?”
He laughed and asked, “If I do not, what will you do?”
Little Crane thought a moment before answering, “There is
nothing I can do right now, but you better watch out later. I may be
little but I have a big memory and I will get you later.”
Again, he laughed, but replied, “I believe you will. So, I will do as
you ask. Please remember that I did what you wanted, so you don’t
have to revenge me later.”
She nodded serious and watched as he walked ashore and set his
wife on her feet.
She Who Cries buried her face against his chest to hide her
laughter. “You better pray for a son, because imagine having a
daughter like that. You will learn in short order who the boss will be.”
He whispered, “I love it. I hope we have a daughter, after our
sons, who is just like that.” To the others he said, “My wife is cold, so
I think I will take her home and warm her.” She Who Cries was
embarrassed as the others laughed and Tall Tree said he was sure she
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The reference to warming was not lost on any of the others but the
children. By now, Dark Woman was floating naked by her husband
around the bend from the others and they decided ‘warming’ was
needed too and rode quickly back to the village.
****
The twins began fussing, as their little feet grew cold. At the same
time, they saw Summer Swan’s large tits on the surface of the water
and wanted to get at them. Soaring Eagle understood their desire,
because his desire was the same but for a different reason. He, too,
wanted to feel the nipples in his mouth as he lay on her body, moving
in and out, as they had before. Even in the cold water, his penis grew
unbearably hard so he forced himself to look away. Little Crane cried
she was cold, so Soaring Eagle told her to get on her horse and follow
him and the boys back to camp. He wanted her with her father and
Summer Swan, but her chattering teeth made him urge her to come
with him.
Had there been any others swimming, he would have asked them
if Little Crane could go back with them, but he was the one with the
babies and had no choice but to go. Besides, what would he do with
only Tall Tree and Summer Swan still here? He knew they would not
welcome his presence.
****
When the four rode away, Tall Tree swam to where floated. She
looked up and him and smiled, breaking his reserve to stay away from
her until she invited him. Amazingly, even in the icy water, his penis
hardened as he looked at her. By the gods, she was beautiful. He
stood in the shallow water and lifted her behind her back until she
stood in front of him. Very slowly, never taking his eyes from hers, he
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to him. She closed her eyes, ran her tongue around the inside of his
mouth, and then began to suck his tongue. He moaned deep in his
throat, a loud almost animal moan. He felt like an animal, in pain with
the need to mate.
He picked her up in his arms, waded to the shore, and laid her
down gently, dropping beside her. He kissed her again and felt her
response when she pressed herself against him. Her tits pressed his
chest and their nipples hardened from the cold or was it desire? He
tried not to rush, but his need turned his control into nothing as he slid
his cock into her and exploded almost immediately.
“I am sorry, Summer Swan. That is not what I wanted to do. I
have not been with a woman since, please forgive me and let me
really love you.” She simply smiled at his and put her arms around his
neck. He saw her hard nipples with drops of water, or maybe still
milk, on them and lowered his mouth first to one, then the other.
Nothing he had ever tasted was so sweet. He suckled them, which
brought a deep sigh from her. He took that as a sign she granted him
permission to begin caressing her entire body. His tongue moved
down, down across her tummy, down even lower. His fingers opened
her wetness, still dripping with his semen. Feeling himself in her was
stimulus enough for him to harden again. Her hand found him and she
slowly skimmed his penis up and down until he moved it away from
her, afraid he would climax too soon again.
“Do you like this, beautiful woman?” He moved his fingers inside
her, into her canal, drawing out the moisture. His fingers found her
clit and pulled it gently. He rubbed it, watching her face as she began
to breathe quickly. He kissed her lips and breasts as she moved. He
knew she was close, but wanted to prolong it if he could. He slowed
his movements inside her wetness and she slowed her. She opened her
eyes and looked at him, her eyes questioning why he stopped.
“I am not stopping, sweet one. I am letting it rest for a moment,
and it will be better now.” He moved his fingers again slowly, but
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more pressure he applied with the now quickly moving fingers, the
more she responded. Her tits bounced and her hips rose to meet his
hand. She cried out as the wave of pleasure took over her existence.
She begged for more, more, more until she knew the crescendo was
winding down.
“Now, Tall Tree! Please. Please. Put your cock in me again. I
want to feel you.” He did as she asked, moving slowly at first. He
savored every stroke, even more so when she wrapped her arms and
legs around him and met his every move. Together they increased
their mating speed until their whole world was where they became
one. Together they climbed the mountain and flew into heaven where
only a joined couple can go.
****
They lay in the sun, letting its warmth dry their sweaty bodies.
Tall Tree rolled over to look into her face. “What do you see,” she
asked.
“What I see is a beautiful, wonderful, loving woman. If I could, I
would mount you again until we climaxed forever, but I think my
shriveled penis is not up to a forever climax. But, I want to make you
reach the sky again.” He moved his hand down into her curls, but she
stopped him.
“I think it best if you let me recover, too. Now, for a quick bath
and back to the village. People will wonder why we are so long.”
Tall Tree sprang to his feet and pulled up her up against him. He
laughed as he kissed her. “They already know why we are taking so
long. What man in his right mind could resist when he watched your
body in the water? And they are jealous, as I was when I was sure you
were sharing your robes with Soaring Eagle.”
“Whether or not I shared my robes with Soaring Eagle or anyone
else is not your concern.” He felt her pulling away from him, both
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“I am sorry, Summer Swan. I meant no harm. Actually, I meant it
as a compliment to let you know how I have desired you from afar
since, well, for a long time. I am a man who needs a woman, a wife, if
you will have me.”
Summer Swan avoided his eyes. “I am not sure I am ready to
marry, now or ever. Marriage is a kind of slavery and I will never be a
slave again, as I have told you. That is why I have my own home, so
that I am obligated to no man. What we shared was wonderful and we
might do it again sometime, but not every night or every few nights,
like married people do. I will mate only when I want to with who I
want to. Do you understand?”
He nodded. This was not turning out the way he had dreamed. He
kissed her head and released her. They washed and dressed in silence.
It was nearly dark when they reached the village a short ride away.
They tied up their horses with the others and walked to her tepee
where she said a quiet ‘goodnight’ and closed the flap behind her.
She did not even light a heating fire nor ate anything. She
wrapped up in her sleeping robes and fell to sleep immediately, never
knowing that several pairs of eyes watched them as they parted for the
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Chapter 17
“You were late last night, father. I waited for you to eat, but gave
up. I was so hungry. What did you and Summer Swan do last night
that took you so long?”
Tall Tree thought he should be getting use to her questions, but
still had trouble accepting that she was not a baby any more. “We sat
by the water and talked at first. Then listened to the creatures, and
talked some more.”
Little Crane jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “I know!
You asked her to marry you. She will be my mother.” She giggled and
headed for the tepee exit.
“Hold it right there, daughter. Get back here and sit down.” From
his tone, she knew better than disobey him. “Now, listen, because this
is all I am going to say about it. And you will say nothing beyond
what I just told you, should anyone ask, which they will not, as it is
not anyone’s business but Summer Swan and mine.
“No, I did not ask her to marry me, so she could not say yes or no.
I do not think now is the time for her to marry, nor for me either.
When it happens, if it happens, you will be the first to know. Do you
understand? There will be no talk about any of this. If there is, I will
know where it came from and you know what will happen then, do
you not?”
She nodded and dropped back into her sleeping robe and turned
her back on him. He knew she was disappointed and that she wanted
to cry. He suspected she would decide she was too big for that. He
knew his daughter well and was sure she could and would do her best
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Tall Tree slipped on his moccasins and left the tepee, calling to
her as he did so. “Now, get your skinny little butt out here and help.
There are chores to be done and your robes are not the place to do
them.” In his heart, he wished that what she guessed had been the
truth and felt only a bit badly for lying to her. He wanted Summer
Swan to be his wife, but if he had her at all, it would be on her terms
only. Remembering their sex the night before caused his cock to stir.
He wanted her again, right this minute, but would have to wait until
she approached him. That was something he had never experienced
before and it was not a pleasant feeling.
He knew, as did Summer Swan, all ignored what people did in
their tepees. Sounds of lovemaking, arguments, and even physical
abuse were private matters, never discussed, or acknowledged in any
way. Even children learned this at an early age. Even husbands and
wives did not talk about what went on anywhere but in the open areas
between the tepees and outside of the village during hunts, forages,
etc, involving groups. If he and Summer Swan had been seen by the
river, making love, their privacy was insured, even there. All sexual
activity by couples was their business only, even in the hot summer
nights when many slept outside in front of their homes.
Tall Tree did wish that Soaring Eagle had seen him with Summer
Swan. He knew he loved her already, but had little choice but to wait
for her to come to him. The question was, would she ever come to
him?
****
Summer Swan walked toward Tall Tree in the cool morning, her
breath making small clouds as she breathed. The warmth of the day
before was not to return now until the new grass sprouted and the
trees produced new leaves.
She smiled at him and moved to the large cooking circle where
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hanging over the smoldering fire. The pot was perfect for soup or
stew. It was the stomach of a buffalo, hung on sticks. Red-hot stones
scooped from the fire circle dropped into it heated the soup. She
stoked the fire and added fresh wood. From her pocket, she took herbs
that she added to the meat. Later she would dig some more wild
onions, turnips, and other roots from the prairie to enhance her stew.
Other women came one or two at a time and put meat wrapped in
leaves in the hot ashes to bake. Their food was plentiful, but bland.
Plentiful was the important thing. A fresh deer or rabbit, even a fox or
big cat would bring variety to them all through the cold times.
****
Soaring Eagle with toddling twins, one on each side, holding his
hand, walked to the fire and greeted those there. The boys saw
Summer Swan. They dropped their father’s hands and scurried toward
her on robust hands and knees. She laughed as she sat on the ground
with them crawling all over her. She loved them, Soaring Eagle
thought as he watched. Her cheeks were flushed. Was it the cold air,
or the time she spent with Tall Tree? It was none of his business, but
he could not help wondering. Had she had that glow the morning after
they made love? He did not know, because like a fool, he stayed away
from her the next day.
****
When the twins spied Little Crane, they scurried to meet her as
she came from her home. Her face was stern from her father’s lecture,
at least until she saw the boys. A grin replaced her frown and she
raced to them. Well, if she was not to have a new mother, at least she
still had her twins, knowing that they loved her as much as she loved
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****
Two mornings later, Summer Swan awoke feeling ill. What had
she eaten last night? She raced from her tepee onto the prairie behind
her tepee. As she emptied her stomach, she knew, just as she had the
first time. She was pregnant. Pregnant with Soaring Eagle’s child.
Tall Tree had been too recent. By the Gods, what was she to do? She
knew Tall Tree would marry her with another man’s babe in her
stomach, but that was not right. Moreover, Soaring Eagle did not want
her. She returned to her home and returned to her sleeping robes,
where she allowed the first falling tears of the many that would come
within the next few mornings. She wished she had more knowledge of
medicine so she could end the problem. She signed deeply, knowing
she could never do that. A babe, no matter the father, is the most
important thing in the world.
Little Crane missed her at the cooking fire and came, tapping on
her door. “Summer Swan, can I come in?”
“Yes.” The child looked surprised to find the woman still abed.
“Do not look like that, Child. I am a bit ill, probably from something I
ate. Later today, I will go out and find some herbs for an upset
stomach. Would you like to help me? We should pick as many herbs
and roots as we can find in case others become sick, too. Ask your
father for permission and we will go when the sun is high.”
****
Tall Tree granted permission, only half listening to his daughter,
until he realized the ill person was Summer Swan herself. He
carefully questioned Little Crane, not wanting to implant any ideas
into her already over-active brain.
An hour before the two females planned to leave, he took his bow
and quiver and headed out in search of small game. This would give
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And it happened just as he planned, except he had to wait for them.
His hunt was so successful that he even had time to dress and skin the
three rabbits, the small fox, and the tortoise he killed.
He saw Summer Swan moving gracefully, head down as she
searched the ground for whatever she sought, it did not matter to him.
All that mattered was that he would get a chance to talk to her. Little
Crane ran ahead, shouting to the woman whenever she thought she
found something. He knew his daughter would tire of this escapade
long before Summer Swan had finished, so he would suggest she
return to the village with his dead creatures while he hunted for more.
“Look, there is father. He carries a full string. I wonder what he
killed. Hello, father,” she called to him.
“Hello, Little Crane. Come see what your great hunter brought for
the fire tonight. Hello, Summer Swan. Are you having any success in
your hunt?”
She smiled and nodded. “It is easier now to find what I seek now
that the tall grasses are dying back and the soil is easy to dig. Later
when the ground is frozen, it will be much harder, so I want to get as
many things as I can while they are available. We will have many
illnesses, sore throats and achy bones before the ground softens
again.”
Idle talk continued until, as he planned, Little Crane tired of the
hunt. He suggested she return to the village with his kills and soon she
was but a running dot outside the camp. “Summer Swan, you are so
beautiful. Can I kiss you?” She smiled and nodded. He took her bag
from her and dropped it to the ground beside his weapons.
The kiss was long and deep, but not as deep as he desired. She felt
his cock press against her as his hand moved to her breast. She moved
slightly away, forcing him to drop his hand. She looked at him before
asking, “Would you like to come to my tepee tonight? Come after
Little Crane is asleep. I will be waiting.” With that, she turned to
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Chapter 18
Summer Swan was the only thing on Tall Tree’s mind all day. The
hours seemed to crawl slower than a snail. To keep himself busy, he
continued to hunt small game. He moved toward the river and saw
Soaring Eagle doing the same. He hailed his friend, his competition.
They sat together on the riverbank, stabbing arrows into the water like
young boys, laughing as they caught an occasional fish. This was as
close as the two friends had been since childhood and it felt right.
Finally Soaring Eagle spoke. “My friend, I must ask how you feel
about Summer Swan.”
Tall Tree kept his gaze on the water, trying to think of a way to
answer. “She is a beautiful woman.”
Soaring Eagle laughed. “Yes, she is. And a good mother to my
sons.”
“Yes, and to my daughter, Little Crane.”
“She made me a heavy buffalo robe for the cold times.”
“And she made one for me, as well. And one for Little Crane.”
“Also for the twins.”
The two men were silent for a long while, each realizing they
were getting nowhere with this discussion. They returned to stabbing
fish and talked of hunting together the next day,hopefully for a deer
or two. They walked back to the village, carrying their fish, and
agreed to meet again in the morning. If Tall Tree thought the day was
long, the evening hours were worse. After they ate, he sent a pouting
Little Crane to bed. He sat with the other braves around the fire,
talking of days past and hunts to come. Summer Swan had
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to her tepee. He stretched as if tired, nodded to those nearby, and
walked slowly to his home. Little Crane was still awake and began
chattering as soon as he went inside.
He chided her for being awake still, but that did no good. She
quieted but lay with her eyes squeezed so tight, he laughed. “Ok,
Little One, I will tell you a story. What do you want to hear?”
Immediately he realized his mistake. He should never have given her
a choice. She would want to hear about her mother and this night, of
all nights, he hid not want his dead wife in his head.
“Tell me about my mama.”
“I have told you a million times. Let me tell you about your
grandmother, my mother.”
“You always tell me not to exaggerate. You have not told me a
million times about anything. Ok, you can tell me about my
grandmother.”
“She died of a fever before you were born. I was a young man still
learning to be a hunter and a warrior. She was tall and very beautiful.”
“As beautiful as Summer Swan?”
“Hush. You are supposed to listen and ask your questions
tomorrow. Now, no more talking.
“She was tall and had braids that ended on top of her head. They
were so long that she sat on them if she did not wind them around her
head. As a child, I loved it when she took her hair down and bushed it
with a hard bristled tool my father made her for just that purpose.
Sometimes, when they thought I was asleep, he would brush her hair
until it was untangled and flowed freely around her shoulders and
down her back.”
What he did not tell his daughter was that his father would bury
his face in her long hair and pull it aside so he could kiss her
shoulders. He would lift the hair up and bury his face under it as he
rubbed her breasts, out of sight from prying young eyes. She would
make little gasping sounds and giggles, too. They would lie together,
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between them and his view. He could hear their bodies as they
moved. His mother made low moans and his father breathed hard
until he growled deeply in throat. They might talk again for a while,
or they might not. He would fall asleep and be unaware that their
time, doing whatever they were doing, was longer and there was more
moaning. His mother would whimper even and cry out for more, more
of whatever it was. Later when he learned, he was glad for them both.
Their mating was full of love, unlike his own with Little Crane’s
mother. Dewdrops was a pleasant woman who did all wifely things
perfectly except one, she did not like the sex part of marriage no
matter what he did nor how hard he tried to please her. She would
smile and say, “Do not worry, husband. It is not important.” However,
it was important to Tall Tree.
“Your grandmother, my mother, never raised her voice or hand to
me or the other children. A look from her was enough to cause pain in
the heart of anyone who she cast her eyes upon. Once I threw a rock
that hit another child, causing blood to run. My mother came to see
what the crying was about. She pointed to our tepee and gave me that
look. I would have to tell my father what I had done. She would not
tell him. I would have to do it and all the time I waited for him to
return home, I pondered my punishment. Sometime it would be a
whipping with a thick branch from a cottonwood tree, one I had to
pick myself. Sometimes it was that I had to stay in our tepee for days,
all by myself. Sometimes I got no meals or had stand outside while it
stormed. But always, I had to apologize to the one I had harmed. That
was the worst part of punishment.”
Little Crane was still and breathing the soft cadence of sleep. He
covered her and stoked the heating fire. He slid off his clothing and
wrapped himself in the long buffalo cloak Summer Swan made for
him. Just thoughts of her were enough to make his penis stiffen, even
the cold that greeted him outside did no soften it.
He moved slowly and quietly, staying in the shadows as much as
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not care. All he wanted was to be in the arms and body of the woman
who waited for him.
****
Summer Swan was waiting. She had washed her body from the
bucket she got from the river the day before. In the water, she added
crushed petals of wild flowers picked during the hot time and saved.
They gave off sweet aromas that filled her home and covered her
body. She heard his soft knock and untied the straps holding the door
closed.
Tall Tree stepped inside and turned to retie the door before
looking at her. His breath became a soft moan as he looked at her
naked body in the flickering firelight. He dropped his robe, showing
his naked body with its enormous cock, sticking straight out at her.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and teased the end of it with
her tongue. He jutted forward with his hips, trying to push the
erection into her mouth. She laughed softly, but continued to tease
him now with her tongue and lips that tightened around the tip. Again,
he moaned and his hips began a motion of mating, wanting more than
she was giving him.
When he thought he could not stand the teasing another second,
she took all of him into her mouth, even into her upper throat. Her
tongue circled his hardness and she sucked him in and out. She
squeezed his balls, gently, and ran her fingers into his butt crack,
rubbing his anus. She inserted a finger inside him, every so gently.
His moan, was it pleasure or pain? Whatever it was, it was enough to
cause him to release. His semen ran down her chin onto her breasts
and down her stomach.
She quickly lay on her back and rubbed his seed over her breasts.
He knelt beside her and began to lick it. His mouth and tongue found
every drop. They worked their way from her lips, down her chin, all
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hardened into tiny points, across the length of her stomach until he
reached her pussy, wet with her own excitement. He dipped his
tongue into her, licking her sweetness, but feeling it return as fast as
he removed it. His fingers delved into the depths of her womanhood.
She was moving to meet his movements inside her. When his mouth
found her swollen clit, she lifted her hips to meet him. He sucked on
the hardness of her center until she cried out. She whimpered and held
his head against her as her hips bounced. Her hips finally dropped to
the sleeping robe, but Tall Tree continued to lick her wetness away
before he stopped.
Never had he felt the power of a woman, a woman who gave as
much as she got. He already desired her again, but forced himself to
remain calm. Instead of trying to mount her, he wrapped his arms
around her, holding her close. She snuggled tightly against him,
burying her face in his shoulder. He waited for her to say something,
anything, but she remained quiet. After a few minutes, she began to
kiss him tiny kisses without moving her face. The kisses were one of
the most exciting things he had ever felt. When she stopped, he felt
disappointment before he realized she was asleep.
He held her without moving. He wanted to hold her like this
forever. But if tonight was all he was to have of her, he would relish it
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Chapter 19
Soaring Eagle watched as Tall Tree entered the home of Summer
Swan. He knew they would spend the night in one another’s arms,
doing the things he and she once did in his tepee. How could he have
been so stupid? He presumed, wrongly, that she would stay with him
forever, caring for his sons, and sharing his bed when he wanted her.
His mistake was telling Little Crane that he would never marry again.
And telling her where Summer Swan could hear.
He was fond of Summer Swan and she had been incredible in his
bed. Never would he have hurt her intentionally, but thoughtlessly, he
had hurt her and hurt her badly. She was a strong woman with a mind
of her own. She refused to be a plaything, which was how he viewed
her. Until, that is, she found someone else to take to her bed. He was
sure that Tall Tree loved the woman and now he realized that he loved
her, too. Not the way he loved She Who Smiles, but in a different way
as the two women were so different. Now, what chance did he have?
The two men hunted together in the morning as agreed. Their
companionship was real and strong as it had always been. Tall Tree
was in high spirits with his newfound desire, as Soaring Eagle was
dismayed at his loss of that same desire. They killed four deer that
day before returning to camp. Their success was cause for a
celebration. The men gutted and dressed the deer and gave the skins
to the women to start the tanning process. They played games like
children. There was much laughter and enjoyment until the worst
happened.
In a knife-throwing contest, one of the young braves lost his
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in the lower shoulder of Soaring Eagle, right above his heart. People
began yelling and screaming like a pack of scared buffalo. Only Tall
Tree and Summer Swan ran to the downed man. He pulled the knife
from Soaring Eagle and she staunched the blood flow with a piece of
deerskin she cut from her skirt.
She cut off the shirt covering his wound and winced to see the
depth of the cut. She ordered water and it appeared almost
immediately. Little Crane was by her side instantly. “Go, child, to my
tepee and bring my bag of medicines. Someone find some more soft
cloths, lots of them. Clean ones, too. Nothing dirty. Hurry. He is
losing much blood. Oh, by the Gods, Soaring Eagle, I will not let you
die.” There were tears in her eyes that she raised her face to the sky as
if praying.
****
In that moment, Tall Tree knew. He knew whom Summer Swan
loved. He had suspected it, but now he was certain. His heart felt
empty as he watched her cleanse the wound of his friend, his
competition, and his victor. She dipped cloths in the water over and
over again, until she was sure the cut was clean inside. She sprinkled
powders that she took from her bag onto one of the wet cloths and
held it inside the cut, stopping the bleeding. She held it in place with
her one hand while she wiped the face of Soaring Eagle with a wet
cloth, letting water dripping into his open lips.
He coughed and opened his eyes. Confused and in pain, he tried to
sit up only to find Summer Swan and Tall Tree holding him down.
“What happened? Let me up.”
“A knife hit you. And if you want to stand up, then just go ahead
and do it. Without help, of course.” Summer Swan moved back and
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“Now, we will put you on a travois and take you to your tepee and
you will rest. Do you understand?” She was firm. “Where are the
boys?”
“They are with Sweet Flower. We will get her travois.” Someone
answered and within a few second, a warrior laid the travois beside
the prone man.
“Carefully, four of you, lift him on to the travois. I will support
under his back so he does not bend.” They instantly obeyed Summer
Swan’s orders. Soaring Eagle moaned slightly before he clamped his
teeth together to stop his weakness from escaping. Inside his home,
they repeated the process, laying him on his sleeping robes. This time
he was silent.
Tall Tree sat cross-legged beside his friend. “Does this mean we
do not go hunting tomorrow?” he asked.
Soaring Eagle grinned. “Yes, let us plan it. You will have to tie
me on my horse, I think. Maybe we can figure out how to build a
giant pack for me to sit in, like a big papoose.” Both men laughed.
“Tell me, Tall Tree, how did this happen? I remember young He
Who Yawns getting ready to throw his knife, then nothing.”
Summer Swan’s voice was hard. “Maybe he stumbled, maybe he
yawned. It does not matter now, because his blade hit you rather than
the target. Now, I will give you something to make you sleep. I will
stay this night if you need anything.” She held a cup she prepared to
his lips and forced the liquid between over his teeth.
“Yow. That tasted worse than skunk juice. What is this foul thing
are you feeding me?”
“It does not matter. Just drink it. Now!” He swallowed what she
gave him, scowling. He lay back, feeling weak and tired.
****
Tall Tree hated the idea of her staying with the wounded man, but
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medicine woman? “I will leave you now. There is a young brave I
need to see.”
Soaring Eagle heard him and said in a haze, “Do not hurt him. He
did not mean it. His guilt will be punishment enough. Promise, my
friend?”
“If that is your wish, then so it will be. Goodnight. I will come in
the morning.” He nodded at the woman and left. He went in search of
He Who Yawns, but could not find him. He would find him in the
morning, he was sure.
****
Find him, he did. The young man, barely more than a child, had
left the village. He found an anthill not far away. There he sat, naked,
as he cut himself with the knife Summer Swan had pulled from the
chief. With each cut, he asked the gods for forgiveness. The blood
drew the ants, as he knew it would. Some they were swarming all
over his body, biting in each cut. He continued to slice his legs and
arms, then his face and hands. Tears ran down his face, but he made
not a sound. Lastly, he cut off his penis, bringing a howl of pain from
his throat. He fell back and let the creatures consume him, one tiny
bite at a time, tiny painful bites. He did not see it as an accident, but a
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Chapter 20
The days passed quickly. Summer Swan rose early, leaving the
tepee to relieve herself and to vomit as she did every morning. She
tried to remember how long this lasted when she was pregnant with
her dead little girl, but could not. She could find no herbs to alleviate
this morning malady, so she suffered as many women did. No one
was the wiser except for Little Crane who wandered around the
village after her morning ‘necessity.’
“Summer Swan, why are you throwing up? Are you sick? What
can I do to help?”
“It is nothing. Something I ate, probably.”
“That is what you said the other times, too. Should I get someone
to help you?”
“No, Child. Tell no one. It is nothing and it will pass soon. Now, it
is too cold for you to be wandering around outside. Go home and
warm up. Later we will get the twins from Sweet Flower and take
them to see their father. He can sit up now and is complaining all the
time about having to stay inside. One more night, I think, and then I
can go home.”
****
Little Crane, like any other 6 year old, was unable to
secret. Back in their tepee, she curled up in her robes and
patiently for Tall Tree to awaken. He stretched finally and
“Father, did you know that Summer Swan is sick?”
“No, I did not. What is wrong with her?” He felt an
concern and had to force himself to remain calm.

keep a
waited
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“I do not know. But every time I see her in the morning outside,
she throws up. She says it is nothing and will go away soon, but I am
worried about her.”
Tall Tree took a deep breath. He had no doubt what it was, but
could not tell his young child. “I think she is right and we do not have
anything to worry about. I will talk to her today.”
“No, do not tell her. I am not supposed to talk about it. She would
be angry with me if she knew I told you. Please!”
He smiled and pulled the child onto his lap, “I promise no one will
ever know where I heard about her illness. So instead of worrying,
why not laugh?” He began to tickle her and her worry disappeared.
He loved to hear her giggles, he loved her more than life.
****
Sweet Flower recovered slowly, day by day. Summer Swan told
her that she probably would never have children of her own because
of the torture the renegades had inflicted, but Sweet Flower was glad
to be alive. The accident with the knife hurt more than Soaring Eagle.
Sweet Flower and He Who Yawns had plans to marry when she
was well enough. Her heart was not broken, not really, because she
knew she did not love the young warrior. He was pleasant and
understanding and desired her as she was. No other man would want
her, looking the way she did. She cried as he went to meet the gods
and settled back to the life she had. Taking care of other children was
her reward, as she adored every child, especially the twins.
Little Crane came for them early to take them to see their father.
Sweet Flower watched as the little boys dressed themselves, laughing
along with them at their follies. When they were ready to go, they ran
to her, showering her with kisses and hugs. Those gestures would give
her great pleasure all day until their return later. She dreaded the day
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that aside and she began her daily exercises, which were not as much
fun without the boisterous duo exercising with her.
****
The boys were walking, or rather, running now. Soaring Eagle and
Summer Swan could hear them laughing before they reached the
tepee flap and that brought a smile to both pairs of lips. The twins
rushed inside like a pair of rolling little bears as they hit his
midsection knocking him backward. Summer Swan laughed with
them then left quietly to help with the never-ending chores of the
women. They did not notice her leave.
She spent part of her afternoon in her own tepee. She napped and
daydreamed of the child in her stomach. She wanted a daughter to
replace the babe she lost, but a son was no less desirable. It was dusk
when she returned to the twins and Soaring Eagle. Even Little Crane
was exhausted and asked, “How does Sweet Flower manage these two
when she can hardly stand? Land Hunter pulled my hair so hard that I
am going to be bald forever. And Iron Eyes hit uncle so hard that he
has a black eye. Now that you are back, I am going home. Do you
want me to take the brats to Sweet Flower on my way to eat?”
Summer Swan laughed. “No, perhaps they should stay here
tonight. We shall see. Anyway, it is time to take them to eat and get
new packing for their night clothing.” She changed them, one at a
time while Soaring Eagle held the other to keep him from ‘helping.’
“I will bring you some food when we come back. We will not be
long.”
It was obvious to Summer Swan that Soaring Eagle felt a sense of
dismay at her suggestion that the boys stay with them tonight. The
look on his face told it all. He yawned loudly. “I am so tired. These
two are more than a sick man can handle. Perhaps it would be better if
they stay a night or two more with Sweet Flower. By then I should be
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his sleeping robe and turned away. Summer Swan had no time to
think this through as two running babes were already out the door and
almost to the fires.
Once she and the twins had eaten, they returned to Soaring
Eagle’s tepee. She peeked inside before letting the boys in. She could
see their father asleep in his robes. One arm and one naked leg were
uncovered. He was apparently as tired as he said he was. All right, she
thought, one more night with Sweet Flower for the boys.
Sweet Flower was delighted to see them. Summer Swan helped
her ready them for bed, wondering aloud how the crippled woman
managed. “It really is not that hard. I suggest to them that a race to see
who could be quietest in their robes would give the winner a special
treat in the morning. Within less that the time it takes for me to teeter
over to them, they are both asleep. In the morning, I declare a tie or
say I fell asleep before they did. Whatever, they never question me.”
They two women sat watching the fire. Summer Swan pondered
how to approach the death of Sweet Flower’s husband to be, but
before she could ask, the younger woman began to speak. “He Who
Yawns should not have died. He did nothing intentional, but he was
far too honorable. He did not even wait to see the result of his error
before he decided he must pay. Tall Tree said Soaring Eagle did not
want him hurt for his poor aim. His death was his own decision and I
cry to think how much pain he suffered before he died. I liked him
very much and we would have been happy together, I think. He knew
I could not have children and he said he cared only for me and not
what could not be.” She hung her head and her voice lowered. “He
came to my bed twice and it was wonderful. I was afraid because of
what those men did to me, but He Who Yawns was gentle and soon I
was feeling the things other women experience. I did not know that a
penis could feel so good or that lips down there could bring heaven to
me. For those two nights, I will always be thankful, as no other man
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Summer Swan hugged Sweet Flower. “That is not necessarily the
case. I bet you never expected to have He Who Yawns to pursue you
and ask you to marry. So why cannot some other warrior want you the
same? You are a beautiful woman with the sweetest face in the world.
If I were a man, I think I would pursue you.” They both laughed.
“Thank you. The babies are asleep and you must go see your
patient. Perhaps we can talk again.” They said their goodnights and
Summer Swan returned to Soaring Eagle’s home.

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Chapter 21
Summer Swan had an idea. It was the perfect solution. She would
try to get Soaring Eagle and Sweet Flower together. Even as her
thoughts began to dwell on her new plan, she felt a strange
hollowness in her stomach. She stopped outside the tepee and sat on a
tree stump. Whom was she kidding? The only one she wanted with
Soaring Eagle was she. The idea of him on top of any other woman
made her nauseous. Well, she would see to his wound and return this
night to her home. Being near him, every night, across the warming
fire from him, was more than she wanted to experience again.
He was asleep as she knelt to lift the dressing she had tied around
his chest, covering the wound. In an instant, he was sitting and she
was in his arms. His lips found her and his tongue circled inside her
mouth. She felt a fever rising in her, one she did not want to stop. She
knew she should stop this, but felt the wetness already in her vagina.
She moaned as one hand lifted her shirt and began rubbing her
breasts, first one, and then the other. His mouth and tongue would not
release her. His fingers began to pinch her nipples, causing them to
harden.
He used both hands to pull off her clothes. Before she could move
away, he pressed her back onto his robes. His mouth worshipped her
breasts as his hands moved lower and lower until one began
squeezing her ass cheeks and the other claimed her clit. The second he
touched her there, she knew she was his and begged him not to stop.
He chuckled to himself as if he would or could stop.
Her cries built higher and stronger until he thought she might
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back down and pulled at his penis until he knelt between her spread
legs. He teased her by moving it in a scant distance, then pulling it
back out. She dug her fingernails into his ass and bounced her pussy
up against his groin. His desire ignited at her movements until he was
as deep in her as possible. Together they moved, each of them trying
to please the other as only a man and woman in throes of passion until
they reached the ultimate satisfaction. They slept.
****
Soaring Eagle awoke with a start and realized the woman was
gone. Her clothes were gone as well. He started to rise, and then lay
back down. Why had she left him after such wonderful sex? Had he
done something wrong? His penis that was hard on awakening now
began to shrink back down. He could smell her on his hands, arms,
and sleeping robes. It was a smell he wanted to inhale forever and
now she was gone.
He lay back on his robes, letting his mind wander. He knew she
has spent nights with Tall Tree and for the first time, admitted to
himself he was jealous. She was her own woman, of that there was no
doubt, but he wanted her to be his woman, and his alone. He also
knew his own big mouth had given her reason to distrust him and that
for her to marry him was out of the question. He had to figure some
way to undo the damage he had done.
****
In her tepee, Summer Swan dropped to her sleeping robe and
covered her face with her hands as the tears fell. She could smell him
on her hands and body. She cursed herself for giving in to his lust,
and even more for giving in to her own. He knew he did not love her
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She forced herself to stand and left her home, naked and barefoot
in the snow to go for a water bag. She stood outside in the freezing
mist and poured the liquid over her body, from the head to the ground.
She rubbed herself with the near frozen water, washing away every
scent and body fluid on her body. She ran back into her tepee, threw
some buffalo chips on the heating fire, and rolled up in her robes
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Chapter 22
Shouts woke her. Sounds of fighting followed. She jumped up,
pulled on her clothing, and grabbed a buffalo skin coat before she
opened the flap enough to peak out. Her eyes widened as she saw
strange men running around the village. She took her long knife from
the box on the floor and secreted it inside her skirt at the waist. She
stepped outside her tepee and stood quietly until she saw a man
entered Sweet Flower’s home.
She ran across the village. A pair of fighting men blocked her
from passing. It was Tall Tree and an enemy. Without missing a pace,
she pulled her knife and stabbed the war painted man in his back, just
as he was about to use his tomahawk on Tall Tree.
She ran until she was in Sweet Flower’s tepee. A man leaned over
Sweet Flower, pulling back her clothes. Again, Summer Swan did not
hesitate. She stabbed him as she had the first man, pulling him
backward so he would not fall on her or the babies beside the prone
woman. The flap moved and another man stepped inside. Soaring
Eagle, checking his sons. He saw the dead warrior, nodded to them,
and disappeared outside.
The flap moved again, but this time both women smiled. Little
Crane ran straight into her arms, crying just as the twins were.
“Shhhhh, little ones. We will be fine. I will not let anything happen to
you.” In her heart, she knew she had been lucky so far, that she was
no match for a warring warrior, but she would die trying to protect
them all.
Sweet Flower’s voice, barely heard, was quivering as she asked,
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“I do not know. A raid is all I can tell you. Who or why, I have no
idea.” She lay Little Crane in Sweet Flower’s arms and pulled the
twins close to her, one on each side of her body. She would have held
them on her lap, but needed to keep herself unburdened in case she
had to defend them again.
The sounds of the fighting diminished slowly. Tall Tree opened
the flap and announced it was safe for Summer Swan to come out, but
the children should stay inside. He did not want them to see the
bodies, the blood and gore of the dead. Only one of their tribe was
dead. Man of Horses had an arrow through his throat. Summer Swan
ran to him and held his head in her lap. Her tears slid down her cheeks
and formed rivulets in the deep wrinkles of the old man she had
grown to love as a father.
She did not move as the men gather up the enemy dead. They tied
the bodies to the backs of the horses on which they had ridden to the
village before they attacked if anyone could tell them from whence
they came. Otherwise, as enemies, they would become food for the
creatures of the Plains, unworthy as warriors sent off to the gods.
Two were still alive, at least as she watched them refusing to
answer questions. She shook her head, knowing that their silence
would only resort in intense pain until they pleaded for death.
Her normally soft nature had hardened to steel with the death of
the man in her lap. She wanted to see the enemy suffer. She wanted to
hurt them herself, so she gently moved the head of Man of Horses to
the ground and walked over to see the two captives close up. One was
on a fallen log, a log the children pretended was a horse they could
ride. The other dangled from a branch of a dead tree, swinging gently
back and forth, as he watched the activity around him.
Without a word, she pulled her knife from her skirt pocket and
carefully, cut away his loincloth to free his manhood. She lifted the
point to his thighs and made a series of cuts from his knee to his
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did you kill my father? Who are you? Speak or my knife will remove
your manhood next.”
He clamped his mouth shut. She raised her knife again and
quickly cut off one of his balls. He screamed in pain. “Talk! I will
remove the other one next.” Still he refused to answer. Summer Swan
took her time cutting the second ball. Blood ran down his legs and
squirted to the ground. “Are you ready to die? You will bleed to death
from where your cock is shriveled up inside you if you do not talk.”
Again, he refused to answer. Summer Swan looked up into his eyes
and slowly shook her head. “Is it worth dying for? Will the gods
reward you for this? I think they will not. This is your last chance.”
She tugged on his penis until she pulled it as far to its length as she
could. The knife was poised and ready. The man closed his eyes and
Summer Swan cut off his penis.
Soaring Eagle reached around her to take the knife from her hand.
Her head dropped and tears soaked her shirt. She turned and walked
quietly back to sit and hold the head of the dead man she loved. She
chanted quietly, eyes closed, face toward the heavens.
Tall Tree and Soaring Eagle stood together a few feet from the
hanging man. His blood stained the ground as his heart pumped his
life away. Other villagers stood in small groups, whispering to
themselves. Never had they seen Summer Swan as a vindictive, cruel
person.
****
Soaring Eagle spoke to the man tied to the downed tree trunk. “Do
you wish to die as your friend did? Think about it this night.
Tomorrow we can let you return home or have you die a painful
death. It is your decision.”
Tall Tree turned to those standing behind him. “The man was a
fool. He let his life flow away because of his stubbornness. Had he
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revenge against those who killed Man of Horses and terrorized our
village. His was a sad waste of life, his own waste of life. It is the
right of any person to kill an enemy for what he did or had done. All
should know that she also killed an enemy who was attacking me and
she stopped another who tried to rape Sweet Flower and harm our
children. She is a woman like no other. She is our shaman, our
Mother, and we are blessed to have her.”
The crowd clapped, cheered, and yelled in agreement. Summer
Swan did not respond to the tribute. It was as if she did not hear it.
She was lost in her own mind where she conversed to Man of Horses
and listened to his words. She nodded that she understood and let the
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Chapter 23
The people of the tribe prepared for the burial of Man of Horses,
giving him up to the gods. A platform placed far away from the
village, but within sight of the people. Both men and women in warm
clothing rode to the wooded area along the river to cut sturdy tree
limbs and trunks. They dragged them back and tied them together
with buffalo sinew. Once the structure was erect, they affixed a
community ladder to the side for the body to be lifted to the platform
surface made of buffalo skins.
They dressed his body in his best buckskin clothing and wrapped
it tightly inside his sleeping robes with the fur side against him to
keep him warm on his trip. His weapons lay beside him and jars and
bags of food and his belongings were next to him. Man of Horses now
could go to his gods, the long journey of a good man.
Once Man of Horses reclined on his last earthly bed, the tribe
gathered around it. They played drums and musical instruments they
had created. Many danced and chanted. Summer Swan sat in her tepee
alone and prayed for him and a quick journey. Little Crane tapped
gently on the flap before sticking her head through it.
“Summer Swan, my father says it is time for you to come.”
“Tell him I am not coming. They can celebrate without me. I have
no wish to join them.”
The child left. There was another knock on the flap and she said,
“Go away, Little Crane. Leave me alone this night.”
It was not Little Crane. The shadow that filled the floor around her
was from a tall man. Without turning, she knew it was Soaring Eagle.
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legged beside her in one graceful movement. “Summer Swan, why do
you say you will not come to us. You are our Mother, our Shaman. It
is your responsibility to lead us in these rites.”
She turned on him angrily. “Who said I wanted to be the Mother
or Shaman. I never asked for the responsibilities and I do not want
them. You go away, too. Leave me to grieve alone. Respect my pain
and privacy, as I respect yours. Now go!”
Instead of leaving, he stood and lifted her up until she stood
before him. “It is the will of the gods that you are the Mother and
Shaman. And the will of the Chief.” He pulled her to him and gently
kissed her tear-swollen eyes and wiped the wetness from her cheeks.
His lips touched hers gently. His arms pulled her close, but only to put
her head on his shoulder. “You will come, now.” He led her outside
into the twilight of the day, declared by the gods to be when a person
left earth to meet them.
He held her hand while they walked to the platform. The crowd
quieted, awaiting her and her words. As they stood together, the last
rays of the sun pushed through the clouds to shine directly on them.
To some it meant the gods placed them together forever, but to Tall
Tree it was a sunray of pain. Summer Swan failed to notice him at all.
Soaring Eagle took it as a sign that overwhelmed him.
Finally, Summer Swan raised her arms toward the heavens. “We
send our beloved father to you this night. Savages who invaded our
home murdered Man of Horses. We thank you for saving all others,
but we grieve for his loss. In my heart, I am angry with you for
allowing this to happen. I would have gladly given my life for his a
hundred times over.”
Surprised murmurs swept through the crowd. No one ever showed
anger to the gods. It was unthinkable. Many feared anger they were
positive the gods would turn on them.
“Look down at me, not those around me, nor the man who gave
his life today. I and I alone who feel this fury at what you have done
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was old, his life was over. For me, it was just beginning. Never before
did I have a man who loved me as my father did when I was a child.
He loved me as a daughter and taught me many things a father would
have. Now you have taken him. What have you left me now? I am
selfish, yes. I would rather join him right now on the platform than
continue on this earth without him to guide me.”
She moved through the crowd to the foot of the ladder and started
a slow climb upward when a tremendous wind ripped across the
prairie. The wind tore the ladder loose from its bindings and dropped
to the ground gently, as if to protect Summer Swan from harm. When
she arose, she looked skyward and then at the body above. She
stepped away and began chanting a farewell prayer. Soon all were
chanting with her. The clouds opened and a beautiful full moon
lightened the prairie. A coyote howled and a herd of wild horses ran
the crest of a far away hill, silhouetted against the starlit sky.
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The night seemed to have changed into something magical. The
air seemed to warm and smiles were on every face. Around the
campfire they sat and talked, laughed and teased, and snuggled and
crept away to their tepees. It was as if the gods were pleased with
them and they were pleased because of it.
Even Summer Swan ate with a new appetite. She giggled at the
twin’s antics before seriousness swept her face. Walking toward them
was Sweet Flower, aided by Little Crane. It was a miracle from the
gods! Everyone stood and crowded around the two, exclaiming their
delight. Only Summer Swan was not surprised. She knew how hard
the crippled woman had been trying to walk. Perhaps the leg rubs
with prairie roots and herbs had helped, but perhaps not.
Now that Sweet Flower had achieved this much, Summer Swan
knew that nothing would stop Sweet Flower from being a whole
woman again. Except, thought Summer Swan, for the young woman’s
inability to have a child. Little Crane led Sweet Flower to where
Summer Swan sat and helped her take her place on the ground. The
three huddled tightly together and enjoyed the happiness of the
occasion.
The men danced around the fire circle until exhausted. Couples
found one another and crept off into the darkness. Tired children were
herded away by the young women to join Sweet Flower in her tepee
or their own, if they had no mate.
She moved away from the fire to sit between Tall Tree and
Soaring Eagle who lounged apart from the group, near the dangling
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regrets, only sadness that he preferred death to honesty. She did not
consider that he died to protect his tribe. His reason was unimportant
to her, and if she had to do it over again, she would have no qualms.
“There is something I would like to share with you two, if it is
alright.” They both nodded. “When I killed that man, something
seemed to happen to me. It was a sense of power and lust and pain
and fear, all at once. For the first time I think that I understand some
of men’s emotions. Like the strength and hot blood after a successful
hunt or the besting of enemies in a fight. Is it the blood you spill that
urges your desires? Is it because nearing death, you feel the need to
further life? Is that the reason men are so horny at those times?”
Soaring Eagle nodded slowly. “Yes, perhaps there is some truth in
what you ask. I remember wanting to bed She Who Smiles the minute
I returned to camp. It was always incredible with her then. She
understood and met me with as much passion as I had for her.”
Tall Tree nodded. “My wife was not like yours, Soaring Eagle.
She was a sweet person with no physical desires of any kind. She
tolerated my lust those times, but did not respond as I wished she
would. I knew other men and their wives joined repeatedly after a
battle, or even a hunt. After she died, the women who bedded with me
were nice, but it was not like the couples that loved one another. I
have wondered if the fault was mine.”
Summer Swan took his hand. “It was not your fault. You are a
wonderful lover, Tall Tree. I know you had deep feelings for her, but
the problem was hers, not yours.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek.
Soaring Eagle felt a pang of jealousy, even though he knew he had
driven her to the bed of his friend.
They were quiet for several minutes. Summer Swan finally lifted
her head, carefully looking first one then the other directly in their
eyes. “The blood of the man behind us, I think it made me feel the
same way. Something Man of Horses told me one time was that I
must be careful not to turn good friends into enemies by preferring
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like you both to join me in my tepee, on my sleeping robes. I want
you equally, and have no desire to choose. Will you share me with
each other? I am excited sitting here, just thinking about your naked
bodies and the things we can do together.”
The men arose at the same time, as if rehearsed. In their minds,
the men felt emotions of jealousy and planned to be better at
satisfying her than his friend. Each took one of her hands and the
three of them moved away from the dying fire toward her tepee next
to the abandoned one of Man of Horses. She whispered as they neared
it. “Tonight he is there, on his robes, smiling as he listens to our
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Both men had penises so erect they hurt, but neither had an idea of
how to begin. Summer Swan spoke, with a smile. “For two incredible
warriors, you seem at a loss as to what to do. I do not remember this
ever happening before. In the past, you always seemed to know what
you wanted to do. What is so different now?” Neither man answered.
“I see. Well, I guess I will have to show you what I want then.”
She moved away from them and slowly with her back to them,
lifted her dress from the bottom up. The air temperature in the tepee
was warm, although the fire had died down to embers that glowed
enough for the men to see the smooth curved of her ass and long legs.
She bent over to pick up the dress, making sure then could see
between her thighs.
She held the dress over her front and turned to face them. She let
it drop inches at a time until the rise of her breasts and valley between
were visible, but not the nipples. “Are you two going to stand there all
night or do you expect me to undress you myself?” She laughed and
watched them dropping their clothes much as gangling young men
with their first woman. Once the clothes hit the ground, they became
men again. Her men!
She did not know who pulled the dress from her, but she knew the
lips that kissed her breast. Each tit became a place of worship for one
of the warriors. With her eyes closed, still she knew which mouth
belonged to which man. Each had his own way of kissing and sucking
and nibbling on her nipples, which were now hard and pointing out
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One breast was cupped and squeezed gently, the other with more
power. Both were pleasurable, each in a different way. Neither was
better or less than the other was.
Summer Swan lifted her face to kiss first Soaring Eagle, then Tall
Tree. Soon a kiss invited the other man to nuzzle and tongue her neck.
Her neck was one of her most sensitive spots and she purred her
desire each time, even through the kisses.
Her hands found their way to hard, muscular chests. She rubbed
each man and found a nipple to squeeze. Sharp intakes of breath told
her they liked it. Finally, she moved her hands down stomachs until
her fingers found the hair surrounding engorged penises. Careful she
did not touch the cocks, she ran her fingers through their hair,
knowing it was so exciting that she was not certain how long before
one of them pushed his manhood into her hand.
Somehow neither did. They continued to kiss and fondle her
breasts until she cupped their balls and squeezed them gently at first,
then with more pressure. Tall Tree was first to move her hand to his
throbbing member. She took his cue and slid her hand around Soaring
Eagle, too. The sounds of their moans excited her even further.
She rubbed their cocks against her stomach and thighs, then across
her nether hair. Her hands did not stop their sliding and squeezing of
the men. She was in complete control and loving every second. Each
time a man’s hand tried to reach between her legs, she moved it back
up to the tit it was neglecting. Hands there were for later.
She dropped to her knees and rubbed the cocks against her cheeks
before taking one in her mouth for a few seconds, then the other. Each
time she sucked one, she held it longer than before, enjoying the stabs
into her throat. She then replaced it with the other. To slow them
down, she encircled each penis around the organ where it left the
groin, squeezing enough to slightly dampen ardor. She could feel it
was time, which she could not hold them off much longer.
“Are you ready? Do you want to cum? I want to suck you both
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of semen hit her face and in her mouth. The moans, groans, and
moving hips made her pussy throb with want, too. She rubbed the
cocks against her cheeks, teasing them with her tongue until the
dripping stopped. With cum on her face and lips, she kissed each man,
pushing him down onto her bed until they lay naked beside one
another.
“Do not move, my wonderful men. I will be back in a few
minutes. Rest yourselves because the night is just beginning and I
want more.” She laughed softly and left the tepee, walking to the back
of it where she had left bladders of water. She washed her face and
body, careful not to touch her wetness between her legs. That was for
the men. When she was satisfied that she was clean enough, she
returned.
Inside, she stood looking down at them. “I have a pussy full of
juice. My body made it while you were enjoying my mouth. Now, I
want to enjoy yours.” Tall Tree rolled off the blanket and grabbed her
around the hips as he rose to his knees. He spread her legs and buried
his face in her dripping curls. She began to rock as he sucked her
wetness out and rolled her clit with his tongue. She was ready, oh so
ready, but not yet. She pulled away.
“I want to lay down now. I want to feel both of your tongues in
me. I want you both to taste me. I want you to take turns teasing me. I
want you!” Before her shoulders were even on the blanket, her hips
lifted and two tongues brushed against one another in their rush to get
to her. “Slowly, take turns. Oh, yes, that is perfect. More, more,
more.” Her hips rose until only her back and shoulders touched the
ground. The world exploded in wave after wave of a molten ocean
that swept through her groin, up to her tits, and on until her head felt
only the pleasures from below.
She dropped exhausted to the blanket. Soaring Eagle moved
between her legs again to press his hard cock into her wetness. Tall
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beautiful woman they both wanted. His penis was so swollen now that
it hurt.
Soaring Eagle pulled out of her just before he exploded. The
magnificent hardness of Tall Tree took his place, but his self-control
failed him at that point. He came so hard he feared he might hurt her,
but her legs wrapped around his hips and she rode with him until he
collapsed.
He had barely moved to her side when Soaring Eagle replaced
him. The same strong legs encircled his waist and held him inside her
until he could wait no longer. His climax was the most exciting he
had even experienced. He knew he would share her with his friend
whenever she wanted, but she would become his wife. Nothing would
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Chapter 26
Just when I think I know human nature, one of them does
something that I do not understand. I understand the lust and carnal
needs they succumb to. I understand their angers and revenges. I
understand their love and protectiveness of their offspring and
animals. However, this night, I saw something I will have to ponder.
Why would the woman do the thing she did?
The tired threesome slept like a trio of spoons. Tall Tree lay on his
side with Summer Swan snuggled against him, breasts hard on his
back and her arm around his waist, cupping his penis gently. Soaring
Eagle pressed his penis against her butt, enjoying its warmth and his
hand over her waist felt her wiry hair where it touched Tall Tree.
In the night, Summer Swan carefully arose, not disturbing the
exhausted men, and ran naked outside in the cold night to relieve
herself. It was so incredibly cold that her stream gave off steam and a
sour odor. She started to enter her home when she saw the unclothed
man tied to the log. She did not understand herself even, why she did
what she did. Somewhere deep inside her she felt his misery.
She ran into the tepee of Man of Horses and grabbed one of his
sleeping robes. She hurried across the center of the village to where
the man lay tied. She barely felt his breath and knew he was close to
death. Some instinct made her want to rescue him. She wrapped the
buffalo robe around him. No, she thought, he is too cold to make any
warmth for himself. She carefully lifted on edge of the robe and slid
under it, stretching her body over his. She tucked the robe back under
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The night was starting to fade when she awoke. The warrior was
watching her face as she opened his eyes. “Why did you save me?” he
asked. Summer Swan just shrugged as she climbed off him and ran
back to her tepee.
The men were still asleep, but with their backs to one another. She
carefully crawled up between then hoping they would never know she
was gone. “What is that?” growled Soaring Eagle as one of her feet
accidentally touched him. He sat up and reached to grab her leg that
she had tried to keep away from him, only to touch Tall Tree with her
other foot. He awakened also and sat up.
“Woman, you are as cold as an icicle. Where have you been?”
Tall Tree demanded,
“Well, a woman has needs, you know. My body was full of water.
Does that answer your question?”
“Not really,” said Soaring Eagle. “To get this cold, you must have
been outside a long time.”
“Stop picking on me, you two. I am cold! So stop badgering me
and warm me up or I will put my cold feet in places you will not like
them. See, like this.” She pushed one foot into each male lap,
wiggling her toes down between their thighs while she giggled quietly
at their antics.
Their reactions were just as she had hoped. They forgot the
questions and began to warm her. Tall Tree kissed her lips, running
his tongue over her teeth and around her mouth. Soaring Eagle moved
his hand down to explore her pussy. “I do not believe it. You are even
cold inside. Well, I guess it is my job to warm that up.” Her clit
retracted from the cold the same as her nipples had hardened to tiny
point.
Tall Tree warmed her breasts with soft movements and nipple
teasing. Soaring Eagle’s cock was ready, so he spit on his hard cock
to moisten it before gently pushing into her. Her body began to
respond and she moved her hips slightly to allow him to penetrate
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to make down in her channel. He increased his rhythm and drew the
moisture out. When he could feel the slippery fluid, he lifted his hips
enough to put his hand between them. Her tiny button was throbbing
throbbed while he rolled it between his fingers. Her movements
increased as she met his hand and cock. She stiffened and moaned as
her clit sent out an ocean of waves. She pushed his hand away and
wrapped her legs around him. They rocked until he came.
Soaring Eagle rolled off her shaking body. Tall Tree immediately
replaced his friend. Her vagina was wet with cum, both hers and
Soaring Eagle’s. Tall Tree found the wetness exciting as he jabbed
into her hard. She pulled his shoulders down and kissed him deeply,
driving him even further into ecstasy. His climax was so intense that
he thought he might have died, but that was all right with him.
She snuggled down between them, kissing their faces and rubbing
their chests. She tweaked nipples and teased cocks until she felt
awakening between their legs. She withdrew her hands and sat up.
“Enough is enough. It is dawn and you two need to return to your
own homes. The children will be awakening soon, and their fathers
should be there to feed them. But,” she squeezed her nose shut, “clean
up first. You smell as if you spent the night fucking. I know your
babes and Little Crane are sure to ask.” She stood above them,
stretching her arms above her head to lift her tits and letting them see
every inch of her body before wrapping a blanket around her. “That
was pleasant and we should do it again some time.”
She smiled as they dressed, both scowling. Her teasing gave them
both the idea they were going to get a morning repeat, but she made it
clear that was not going to happen. “I will be outside soon and we can
take those dead men back to their village.”
“Whoa, what is this ‘we’? Who said anything about you going?”
Tall Tree wanted to know.
“We shall see, then.” She smiled knowingly before turning to her
bag of water for cleaning. “And do hurry, you two. Food first, then
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The men made not attempt to hide their departure from her tepee.
They were only a few feet from the entrance when Soaring Eagle
spoke. “Look. Somebody covered the man. Probably just as well, or
he might have frozen to death. Probably your Little Crane. She cannot
stand to see anything suffer. When I have done the morning games of
‘avoid getting dressed’ and ‘I do not want to eat’ and ‘brother has my
moccasins,’ then I will be back and we can question him.”
Summer Swan dressed quickly, determined to get to the captive
before the men did, but Tall Tree was already talking to him when she
exited her tepee. She pulled her buffalo coat tightly around her body
and ran her fingers though her tussled hair as she walked. It became
apparent that Tall Tree has having not luck getting answers from the
man. Soaring Eagle strode toward them, followed by a pair of running
boys who fell every few steps.
The prisoner reply to every question with a simple, “I need to pass
water.”
“Answer our questions and we will cut your ropes,” said Tall
Tree.
Summer Swan stepped in front of the men and turned to face
them. Her voice was low enough that no one could hear her argue
with the Chief. “What is the matter with you two? If my water was
hurting me to let go, I would not answer either. Let him loose and
then ask him your questions.”
Soaring Eagle shrugged and pulled away the robe covering the
man’s body, exposing his complete nudity. It was obvious that his
need was great as his large penis stood erect with the morning display.
Soaring Eagle cut the sinew tying him to the tree truck. The man sat
up and grabbed his penis, aiming it away as he released his flow that
seemed to go on forever. He grabbed the robe and pulled it back over
himself as he lay down again.
Summer Swan walked to where his clothes lay on the ground
where they fell as the warriors cut them off his body. She took them
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shredded buckskin under the robe. Soon his body would warm them
enough for him to try to put them on. When he did, she could find
something to hold the pieces together.
In the meantime, she sat at the far end of the log away from his
head. He looked at her and nodded twice. She smiled and returned his
nod. The two men who shared her bed and body just a few minutes
ago did not miss this exchange.
“Summer Swan, why do you smile and nod at this man? He is
nothing. Perhaps you should question him as you did his friend
yesterday,” suggested Soaring Eagle.
“If you wish, I will.” She walked to the prone man and asked,
“Who are you? Why did you attack us? What did you want?”
“I am Porcupine Bear, chief of my tribe. We attacked you in
search of food. We were not prepared for the winter, at least a winter
such as this. Our hunts failed to provide enough game to feed our
people. The buffalo have not returned and we cannot find the large
animals we need. A few rabbits and such are not sufficient to nourish
us all. We feed the children and wet women first, but even they are
still hungry.”
The men watched in amazement as the prisoner directed his
answer to Summer Swan only. There was some bond they sensed
between the woman and the man called Porcupine Bear.
Tall Tree started to ask a question, but Soaring Eagle touched his
hand and the question never left his lips.
“Continue, Porcupine Bear.” Summer Swan offered him a skin of
fresh water that he sat up to drink, his eyes never leaving her face.
“Our scouts ventured farther and farther away from our camp,
sometimes coming back with a skinny goat or starving antelope, but it
was still not enough. One scout never did return and another came
back wounded by wolves, which have grown bold with hunger they
attacked, just as we have.”
Soaring Eagle asked, “Why did you think it necessary to attack
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have offered help. It might not have been a whole buffalo, but we
would have given you food.”
Porcupine Bear ignored him and continued to stare at Summer
Swan. “Is it true you have food to share? My people are cold and
hungry. I will lead you there, if you promise no ill will come to
them.”
“I cannot make such a promise, as I am just a lowly woman.” That
caused smiles from the two men and a few outright laughs from other
tribe members who had wandered up. “Our chief, Soaring Eagle,” she
pointed at him, “and the council will have to decide. I must go now
and prepare food with the other women.” She rose and left the men
alone, but she slyly watched them all as she worked.
Soaring Eagle cut the man loose and sat on the log beside him.
Someone asked about the buffalo robe covering him, but he ignored
the question, instead choosing to tell of his people and village.
When the food was ready, Summer Swan sent Little Crane to tell
the men. She waited until all were eating before she moved quietly to
one of the storage shelters where she began to select food for
transporting. Pemmican, jerky, dried vegetables and fruits, and robes
and blankets. She led a pair of packhorses to the shelter and loaded
her selections, tying them down tightly. She led them near the village
center where the men were finishing their meal. She ate quickly and
continued across the open area to her tepee where she dressed in her
warmest clothing and packed assorted other items of apparel to take to
the other tribe.
Only Tall Tree, Soaring Eagle, and Curved Bear Claw mounted
with Porcupine Bear who was leading the horse carrying his dead
friends. The other warriors would remain to protect the village. There
was no taking a chance on having it invaded and destroyed, as it was
the last time. The only warrior who seemed surprised as she mounted
her horse was Porcupine Bear. She pulled her horse up beside his as
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Porcupine Bear was taller than anyone in her village here or the
one from which she was abducted as a young woman. When she
commented to him about his height, he replied that all is people are
tall. “I think it because our ancestors came from the west, far away,
where the trees themselves are as tall as the sky. I do not know why
they left there, but I hope to travel there someday.”
“Trees as tall as the sky?” she asked. “Taller even than the mighty
oaks, like the one on the hill to the north of our village? It has been
dying for years, but still offers some small shade with its few
remaining leaves. It is surrounded now by its many offspring.”
“Yes. According to our tales, those trees are higher than any of
our hills.”
Summer Swan looked back at the pair riding behind her and the
other chief. “Did you hear, Soaring Eagle? His people came from a
place where the trees are as tall as the sky. It is hard to imagine, I
think.”
“I have also heard of such trees,” said Tall Tree. “Man of Horses
told us of a race of people like us, but not like us, who lived among
the mountains that run to the sea, far to the west.”
No one spoke, but her lovers knew that Summer Swan was
thinking of those trees, of the mountains, and a sea that they could not
even imagine. She was so full of dreams, they knew, that it would be
like her to simply mount her horse and ride off to find them. They
looked at one another in complete understanding, each wondering
how or if they could stop her if she decided to leave them. She was a
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The second afternoon of travel brought them to the village of
Porcupine Bear’s people. They had camped the night before by a
small lake, frozen over with ice so thick a tomahawk could not break
it. Never did any of them remember a winter so cold. There had been
little snow, which would melt easily for water. This ice was more
difficult. The horses smelled water and showed their disapproval by
whinnying and stomping their feet. Even the grass was frozen, further
distressing the mounts.
Their campfire was small and weak as it took so long for the wood
to warm enough to burn. The men did the cooking as Summer Swan
wandered away in search of whatever she could find of use.
Porcupine Bear asked, “Why are we cooking? Why isn’t the
woman at least helping us?”
Soaring Eagle took some time before answering. “She is not like
other women. She has some abilities to communicate with the gods,
like a shaman. She knows how to heal, like a medicine man. She
understands things without being told. She hears things no one else
can hear. She dreams things that happen. She is strong of will and
body, in a way it is hard to describe. She loves hard and hates even
harder.”
“She is the one who covered you, we think.” Tall Tree said. “We
have no idea why she did that, after killing your friend in the manner
of a man. Perhaps it was to keep you alive long enough to find your
village. She would not be able to let them die of hunger, any more
than we would. But she is all woman who takes what she wants from
men, and enjoys it more than any other female I have ever known.”
“Ah,” said Porcupine Bear, “You speak like a man with
experience with her. Is she your wife?”
“She is no man’s wife, at least not yet,” he replied. “She has
refused both of us, but gives her love to us, but only together. She is
incredible. You shall see.”
“Does that mean I can bed her, too?”
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Summer Swan knew they were discussing her, even from the far
distance she had traveled from the campsite. She closed her eyes and
listened to the wind, blowing from them in her direction. While some
words were lost, she picked out enough to understand what they were
saying. She smiled. Yes, she was all those things and more.
Over the years I watched Summer Swan. From her first days with
the tribe, it became apparent to me that she was special in a number
of ways. She kept to herself while she listened to the animals and
talked to the Gods. She communicated with the dead as she sat beside
their earthly bodies on the platforms. It seemed to me that she did not
want the others to know what she could do. At first, I thought it was so
that the tribe would not think her a bad spirit, but later I changed my
mind. I think she was afraid, at first, of her abilities and needed time
to learn to trust herself with such important but uncanny talents.
Summer Swan noted a movement out of the corner of her eye. She
stood still like the rocks around her. Turning so slowly even the
creature ignored her, she finally made eye contact with the wolf
foraging just a few yards from her. He was downwind and missed her
odor. She could see he was injured and probably rejected from his
pack, left to die on his own.
A wave of sadness swept over her. No one should end his life
neglected and unloved like this. She stepped closer to him to use her
knife to end his suffering, but he did not run. She saw why. Two of
his legs were broken and bones protruded through the skin. He was in
pain, no doubt, and too weak even to try to bite her as she approached.
From her skirt pocket, she took a small piece of jerky that she placed
by his nose and then opened her hand for him to take.
She knew he would die soon if she did nothing to help him. She
must reset his legs first. She left him and ran back to the camp. She
looked back to see him trying to follow her, limping and swaying and
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step an agony. Her eyes filled with tears. She yelled for the men to
bring water and food, but they looked at her as if senses were gone.
Soaring Eagle reached for his bow and an arrow to shoot the wolf he
thought was chasing her.
“No! No! No! Do not shoot him. Bring water and something for
him to eat.” Her voice was ragged from running. “We must save
him.”
Tall Tree did what she asked and raced to meet her. Together they
turned to meet the starving animal. At their approach, the wolf bared
his fangs and growled at Tall Tree. Summer Swan motioned him to
stop. She took the water from him and knelt beside the creature,
which let her dribble water into its mouth.
“Throw me some jerky or something. He is starved.” She tore the
dried pemmican into pieces and fed him slowly, a bite at a time. He
looked at her with sparkling eyes as if he was crying along with her.
At the campfire, Porcupine Bear watched, shaking his head with
lack of understand. “Why is she saving that wolf? He will turn on her
any second and kill her without qualms.”
Soaring Eagle looked at him before answering. “Why did she save
you? You might have turned on her and killed her, too, but you did
not. Why?”
The other man looked at the ground. It was a fair question, but one
he could not answer.
Soaring Eagle said with a smile, “If I know her, she will want to
mend the wolf. We had better start shipping the ice because she will
want hot water.”
Tall Tree joined them at the lake edge. All three men chipped the
ice with their tomahawks until a small stream of water began to flow
from under it. They filled their water bags first, and then led the
horses to the tiny stream, hoping there was enough for them to drink.
Finally, they took bowls to fill the small pot, which Summer Swan
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ground. Her fire was blazing and heat radiated. The wolf lay beside
her as she sat on a rock waiting for the water to warm.
She filled a bowl with warm water and added some herbs from her
medicine pouch. “Drink this, Sad Wolf, and I will try to help you.
You must not hurt me or the men who will help me. Do you
understand?” He looked at her and she knew he would not hurt her,
now or ever.
She gently petted his dirty coat. She removed burrs and sticks
while she waited for him to become sleepy. How much herb to give
him was a problem so she guessed, hoping it was not too much, but
plenty to cut his pain.
When the water was warm, she washed both legs, cutting away
the fur. He began to snore gently, much to the relief of the three men
whom she had ordered to help her. She cut through the skin of one leg
to expose the place of the break. They were stronger than she was so
she had two of them pull each side of the leg while she carefully
pushed the shattered section back in place. She washed it carefully
again and then spread something from her bag all around it. She
pressed dried leaves tightly against it before wrapping it with tanned
leather. She tied sinew around the first leg and moved to the other end
of the animal to do the same with the second leg.
She ate little that the men had prepared, saving the meat for the
wolf. While they waited for him to awaken, she continued cleaning
his fur and stroking his head. When he opened his eyes, Porcupine
Bear jumped up and backed away. Tall Tree and Soaring Eagle
remained sitting, but alert. The wolf looked up and took the shred of
meat Summer Swan offered him before sticking out his tongue to lick
her face. She hugged his big head to her bosom and smiled through
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Porcupine Bear was up long before the sun. He was anxious to
complete the journey to his village. For the first time, he mentioned
that is wife Snake Maiden was with child and her time was near. “He
will be tall like me and smart like his mother,” he joked.
Soaring Eagle laughed. “Have you thought it might not be a boy?”
The man looked as though the thought was too foreign to him to
consider. “Of course, it will be a boy. My dreams tell me so. I have
seen him as a child, a man, even as an old man. He looks just like me.
No, it is not a girl child.”
Tall Tree smiled as he said, “So was my child. Her name is Little
Crane.”
“Stop talking. We need to ride. It is still a long way.” He did not
wait, but rode at a slow gallop, leaving them behind. They mounted
but followed at a slower pace.
“If it is that far, we will travel at a lesser pace. Not point in tiring
the horses,” said Soaring Eagle. He watched the limping wolf,
walking as best he could beside Summer Swan’s horse, waiting for
what he knew she would ask.
It was hardly a breath later that she stopped her horse. She
dismounted, bent, and tried to pick up the wolf. She got him to waist
level, but could not lift him to the top of her skittish horse that wanted
no part of the wolf. She put him back on the ground and moved to the
front of her mount, rubbing his head and whispering in his ear. He
calmed a bit but continued to look in askance at the canine.
Soaring Eagle gave a big sigh as he dismounted. “Get on your
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me, he is one dead dog. He is one heavy, even skinny as he is, must
weight as much as I do. Good thing I am so strong,” He flexed his
arms to display muscles covered my layers of clothing.
The wolf made no sound nor gesture as the man lifted him to lie
across the horse in front of the woman. He seemed to smile as he
covered her face in drooling licks. Summer Swan hugged the wolf,
smiled at the men, and said, “Thank you, Soaring Eagle. I am sorry I
cannot admire your muscles right now, but I do recall feeling them
before. And yours, as well, Tall Tree. Maybe when we get home…”
she let her voice trail off. She turned her gaze back to the wolf and
reached around to comfort the horse before urging it to a gait.
Porcupine Bear was waiting for them by a rill of water, mostly
frozen. “By the gods, we have to wait for you to load that damn wolf?
I cannot believe it! I am in a hurry to get home, but you waste time
over a useless wolf.”
Her face showed no emotion but her voice held anger. “You
would not be in such of a hurry if you had not wasted time attacking
us instead of asking for help. You would not be in a hurry if you had
told us the truth in the first place. If you feel slowed, then we can
easily turn around and return to our home with the food we have on
the packhorse. The choice is yours.”
He did not reply, but mounted his horse and rode off ahead of
them. “He reminds me of a sulking child, rather than a chief,” she
said.
It was dusk when they smelled the smoke of campfires. Porcupine
Bear kicked his horse into a full run, leaving them behind. They
stopped in a grove of bare trees by a frozen lake, larger than the one
they used the day before. Tall Tree reached gently lifted the wolf from
the horse and Summer Swan slid to the ground. She urged the canine
to follow her and watched his pain as limped behind her. She secreted
him in some thick bushes and gave him water and more pemmican.
“Now, stay here, my friend, until I come for you. Make no noise and
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he could not run away and he would die if spotted. She petted him one
last time before joining her lovers for the final portion of their
journey.
The village was a dismal place. The tepees had holes and bent
supports and several looked abandoned. The ground was rocky and
uneven, not cleared of stones and leveled as their own was. The fire
pit was small. There were no piles of wood or buffalo chips
anywhere. No food hung over the dying coals. The only smoke came
from just four tepees and in the distance; they could see the burial
platforms tilted and falling down. The trio exchanged glances, before
Soaring Eagle called out a greeting.
In reply came a pathetic scream of a woman in one of the tepees
where there was a fire. Summer Swan ran to it, pushing through the
flap without knocking. On the ground near the fire lay a young
woman, legs apart, straining to give birth. Porcupine Bear crouched
beside her. When he saw Summer Swan he yelled, “Do something. If
you are a shaman or medicine man or whatever you are, help her. She
is dying and my son has not come out yet.”
She knelt beside the woman, pushing Porcupine Bear aside.
“Hello, I am Summer Swan and I will try to help you.” She took the
woman’s hand and felt only a dim pulsating on her wrist. “She is
more dead than alive.”
Soaring Eagle and Tall Tree were standing behind her. Tall Tree
handed her you medicine pouch. Porcupine Bear screamed at her
again. “Get my son out of her. If you have to cut her open, do it. She
will die anyway.”
Summer Swan moved so quickly no one saw her hand as it struck
the screaming man across the face, but all heard it. The blow was
strong enough to knock him backward. He jumped back up, armed
with his knife as he moved to Summer Swan. Two other knives
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“Do you have warm water,” Summer Swan demanded. “And
some clean cloths?” No one replied. She looked around the room.
Against one side was a woman so wrinkled she could have been a
hundred winters or more. Two young women huddled together under
sleeping blankets.
“Is there anyone who can help me? Can you get water and rags?”
Finally, one of the young women arose. She was so thin she seemed
little more than bones with skin over them. She handed some dirty
cloths to Summer Swan and hurried back under the blankets. Summer
Swan called to the men outside. “I need water and some clean scraps
of skins.” Tall Tree was by her side in a minute with what she asked.
“Is she dead? She looks like it. Why is she here instead of out by
herself to give birth?” he wanted to know.
“I do not know, but I suspect she was too ill to leave. Surely, she
would have frozen anyway. No one here seems to care if she lives or
dies.”
The woman screamed again, pushing to purge her body of the
child, but nothing moved between her legs. Her head dropped to the
side as she drew her last breath. Summer Swan reached inside the
spread legs to feel for the child. Its back faced the birth canal, not its
head, or even its butt. Knowing the woman was past feeling, she
pushed both her hands and arms into the abdomen, pushed the bones
apart, and pulled as hard as she could. The child shot out like a
cannon ball into Summer Swan’s lap.
The woman bit the cord. She held the child by the ankles and
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baby. Summer Swan pushed her fingers deep within the child’s
mouth, into its throat, and pulled mucus from it. She pressed one hand
on the back and pressed as she breathed tiny breaths into the mouth.
Suddenly the child convulsed a blockage from its lungs and began
crying in earnest.
Porcupine Bear rushed inside. “Let me see my son.” He reached
for the child, but stepped back when Summer Swan held it up for him
to see. He had a daughter. “This cannot be. I dreamed of my son. A
daughter is useless.”
He was shaking hard and pushed the child away with such force
that Summer Swan almost dropped it. “You do not deserve a son, or a
daughter either. You are a cruel man. What you dreamed was of
yourself, your time as a child, an adult, and an old man you might
have become, but you will not live that long. I foresee you
succumbing to a pack of wolves, which is no better than you deserve.
Leave this child and go.”
He left the tepee, ran to his horse, and rode away. “He will not
return,” Summer Swan said to her tribesmen. “He has displeased the
gods and he will die soon. And so will the child if we cannot feed
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A few people crept out of their tents at the smell of food cooking
over the community fire pit. Tall Tree found buffalo chips a far
distance from the village and Soaring Eagle started a fire with things
he found abandoned at the perimeter of the place. Summer Swan
came out of the tepee carrying the child in her arms.
“This child has no mother. The woman is dead. Is there anyone
here who can take her and feed her?” No one answered. “Is no woman
a wet woman?”
An ancient man, bent with age, spoke in a crackling voice.
“Speckled Fawn has a child.”
“Who is Speckled Fawn? Where is she?”
A small woman carrying a child in her arms stepped from her tent.
“I am. But I have no milk to spare. My son needs more than I can give
him, so I have none for another child.”
Looking at the skinny young woman, Summer Swan was sure
there would be none for the newborn. “Perhaps we can change that. If
you have more to eat, you will produce more milk.”
“How am I to do that? We have nothing to eat but what roots we
can find on the plain. We have no meat and there is no game here.
The cold has killed everything, including many of our tribe. And you
have killed our men.” She pointed to the horse with the bodies tied to
it. “One of them was my husband.” Her face filled with hate as she
looked at Tall Tree and Soaring Eagle.
Soaring Eagle’s voice was soft as he answered her. “They would
still be alive if they had not attacked our village. We do not have
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not want to fight, but your warriors left us no choice. Only your chief
chose to tell us of your needs rather than die a slow death.”
Speckled Fawn looked confused. “Our chief is not dead. He is
there.” She pointed at the wizardly old man who had spoken earlier.
“Who was the man that just rode away? He said he was your
chief, Porcupine Bear.”
The Old Man moved to a rock by the fire. His knees crackled as
he sat. “I am Chief Big Bull. The man Porcupine Bear was my
stepson. He will never be chief. He is cruel and no one likes him, even
the poor woman he gave a child. He was not her husband. He took her
because she was beautiful and afraid of him and now she is dead and
he does not care.” A look of sadness crossed his face. “She was my
granddaughter.”
Summer Swan looked around her as the men joined Big Bull and
talked. There were only young men, probably left behind to defend
the village. Several women moved forward and took the food offered.
They fed their emaciated children first, then themselves. They ate
little which Summer Swan was sure was the norm for them. Always
warriors and children ate first, but here it was apparent no one ate
their fill.
When everyone had eaten, Soaring Eagle spoke. “There is some
meat left. We do not want the night scavengers to get it, so please
finish it. We have more for morning and the next days, too.” He did
not have to say it twice. Within minutes, all was gone and many
stomach felt fullness for the first time in months.
He continued. “Your chief Big Bull has agreed that it is best for
you to come back with us and join our tribe. You will be treated no
differently than our own people. You are not slaves. You are free to
come or go as you wish. We have young men in need of wives. You
have you women wanting husbands. Your shaman is gone. We have
Summer Swan who is like no other woman. Those of you who wish to
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wish you luck and prosperity. We will leave in two mornings as soon
as you are ready.”
He looked at Summer Swan who slowly rose from a rock where
she sat cuddling the tiny baby. “What I say may sound harsh and
maybe even cruel, but it must be said. Most of your tepees are in such
poor condition that they are unlivable. You can cut them up to save
the good portions for other uses. Take down the strong lodge pole,
along with things of use. Cracked cooking pots and the like are not
worth the time. We will help you replace them at our village.
“It will take at least two days to get to our village. If there are not
enough horses, you will have to ride several to a horse, children can
easily do that. The old and weak must ride, but those strong enough
can walk. On the way, our men and your young men can hunt and the
women will help me find herbs and roots. Tomorrow we will help you
build your burial platforms for the dead, and repair those falling. We
will celebrate tomorrow and thank the gods for directing us to you
and for your new life with us.”
There were some hoots and laughter when she stopped talking.
Speckled Fawn, carrying a tightly covered baby, walked shyly toward
Summer Swan. She held her arms out, offering her child, and took the
tiny girl from Summer Swan. She sat on the rock at their feet, opened
her shirt, and put the child to her breast. A bond between the two
women formed at that moment. It was a bond that would last a
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Everyone who was able was out before the sun was up. Some
wrapped the dead woman for burial while the majority went to the
burial ground to repair the platforms and make room for the new
body. Speckled Fawn took both children to her tepee the night before
and sat nursing them as Summer Swan entered. “I will stay with the
babes while you go out for something to eat,” she said. “Then I have
an errand to do. I have a four footed friend outside the village. He was
hurt and hungry and waits for me to bring him food and water and
check his wounds.”
“Why did you not bring him with you? It would be easier for you
if you had,” asked Speckled Fawn.
Summer Swan laughed. “I doubt he would have been welcomed.
He is a mangy, old wolf.”
“A wolf! By the gods, he will attack you. If he is hungry, he will
eat you. Do your men know about this? Send them to destroy the
animal.” Speckled Fawn was obviously upset and afraid.
“He will not hurt me. Nor has he harmed the men. It would
frighten your people too much to have him here, but when we leave
tomorrow morning, he will go with us. I will try to keep him away as
far as possible. Now, give me the children and get some food. We
have to fatten you up if you are going to feed two starving mouths.”
Later Summer Swan approached the bushes where she had
hidden. There was no sign of her Sad Wolf. She called softly to him.
Finally, from a distance away she heard his soft reply. She turned to
watch him limp toward her, amazed that he was doing so well. He
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licked her face and lay down beside her. She carefully removed the
wrapping on his legs and tossed away the inside packing to expose the
lacerated areas. “My Man, you are already starting to heal. We will
put some new herbs on you and pack it back tight. You must stay
hidden, not go out roaming around, or for sure you will be killed.
Tomorrow we will return to my village. Do you understand?” She
laughed as he licked her face again, as if to say he did. She petted him
and cleaned his fur again before returning to help with plans for the
move in the morning.
The day went fast with moving preparations. Excitement was
infectious and everyone was in high spirits. All tummies were full for
the second day in a row, which contributed to sleepy eyes and an
early evening. The night before, Summer Swan slept with the babes
and Speckled Fawn and as she headed toward the tepee, Soaring
Eagle reached for her hand and pulled her to him. Tall Tree moved up
behind her to slide his hand between them to cup her tits.
She smiled. “Are you two going to rape me? Is that what you have
in mind, because I do not recall inviting either one of you into my
blankets this night.”
Tall Tree nuzzled the back of her neck, under her thick hair,
moving his tongue to relish her salty dried tastes. The other man
pressed his lips to her, moving them so slowly it took her breath
away. She opened her mouth to accept his tongue as the fingers
pressing her nipples increased their pressure. She sighed deeply and
moved away from them.
Neither of the men moved. She nodded and took a hand from each
to press to her cheeks, licking them in turn. “Where?” was the only
thing she said? They were prepared, as she found, when they led her
to the tepee of the dead woman. Everything was gone but some fresh
sleeping blankets and a small fire nearby.
The men removed their heavy buffalo coats. The fire had warmed
the tepee, even though there were tears in places that allowed cold air
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the same purpose. They removed their clothes and plugged more
places as she admired their taut, muscular bodies in the flickering
firelight.
They turned to her, but she pushed them away. Slowly,
seductively, she dropped her skirt to show the winter undergarment
made of fuzzy buffalo that hid her womanhood from them. The shirt
went over her head and her nipples hardened in the coolness of the
tepee. She walked to them and put her hand behind each head,
pushing it down so the mouths covered the ends of her tits. She let her
head fall backward as she arched her chest to meet their tongues and
teeth.
“Harder,” she whispered. “Suck them harder. Bite them gently at
the same time. Oh, by the gods, that is good.” They moved against
her, pressing their throbbing cocks against her stomach. She caught
one in each hand and skimmed the smooth skins up and down, feeling
the excitement grow in them. She sank to her knees to kiss the tips of
first one rock-hard penis, then the other. They were a bit different in
length and size, but tasted somewhat the same. Neither was better in
any way, either inside her mouth or inside her wet, oh so dripping
pussy.
But now was to tease their rock-hard penises. She sucked one
until she felt its throb told it the man was close to erupting, then
moved her mouth to pleasure the other. At the same time, she jacked
up and down on the other one, taking time to squeeze the balls as
well. When she was sure that a climax was near, she switched her
actions from one man to the other again. The groans from both
became so frequent that she skimmed them both in her hands while
her lips moved from one tip to the other. As if on cue, the two men
came at the same time. She directed their semen downward to her
breasts, which sparkled with cum in the firelight.
The men dropped to the sleeping blanket and sat watching her as
she rubbed their wet seed all over her tits. She moved her hands down
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them, offering herself without bounds. Tall Tree put his arms around
her hips and pulled her to him. He dipped his head so he could reach
her mound with his tongue.
Soaring Eagle moved behind her and rubbed her puckered tits,
squeezing and pinching them the way he knew she liked. She arched
her back to push hard against Tall Tree’s mouth, crying out as he
found his target. Her little clit was growing, both longer and wetter.
He sucked and licked it, using his teeth gently to pull it into his mouth
as far as he could. Her hips began to rock. Soaring Eagle bent over
her prone body to worship her tits. Her low moans excited them both
and they were ready again. But first, it was time to give their love to
Summer Swan. They kept pleasuring her until she exploded, pouring
her wetness into the mouth that brought her such wonderful release.
She collapsed forward over Tall Tree’s head. Soaring Eagle gently
picked her up and laid her on the blankets. He spread her legs and
inserted his hard-again cock into her, just a fraction at a time. It teased
him as much as it did her and gave her time to regain her desires. She
turned her face to Tall Tree’s cock, which was beside her head,
bobbing up and down as he caressed it. She took it from him and
began to play with it, increasing its size and excitement. Her hips
moved to meet Soaring Eagle’s slow entrance into her mons and
deeper into her vagina.
Her lips and mouth gave pleasure to Tall Tree as her pussy
captivated Soaring Eagle. Movement became rapid. Breathing became
rapid. Blood ran rapid through their veins. In the distance, a wolf
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She awoke to the pressure of her thighs separating under tender
hands. She was on her back and pretended to sleep. Slowly, so
wonderfully slow, the penis moved into her. The tip was wet and soon
found more wetness as it slid deeper into her. She moaned, as if in her
sleep, and spread her legs wider. As the man above her increased his
motions, it became harder for her to lay still. She wanted him to think
she did not know he was fucking her. Did it seem like rape to him,
was that what he wanted? Well, she would let him think so and did
not move. But her pussy gave her away by contracting and releasing
his cock to meet his rhythm.
“Stop pretending and start enjoying it. I know you are awake.”
Tall Tree did not have to tell her twice. She wrapped her legs around
his hips and rode with him until he released his seed deeply into her.
Her eyes were still closed when he pulled out of her. In an instant,
Soaring Eagle took his place. He slid his fingers inside of her
touching her clit even as he continued to move in and out. He rubbed
the semen left by his friend all around her pussy, mostly on her
throbbing little pearl. This time, she reached her climax almost
immediately. Her lover followed before her body stopped quivering.
He rolled off and lay beside her. Cum matted nether hair that
came from her as well as the two men. Tall Tree knelt between her
legs and gently washed away the glistening droplets from their threeway sex. Summer Swan drew a quick breath as his thumb found her
clit again. It pressed a bit harder and moved in a wider circle, teasing
her until again she arched to meet his hand. Her second climax was
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the blanket, she was exhausted and out of breath. Each man kissed her
lips, already swollen from last night, and dressed as he looked down
at her.
“Stay and rest for a few minutes. We will start the fire and food. It
is the least we can do after ‘raping’ you in your sleep,” said Tall Tree.
“Well,” she answered, “if that was rape, then I will let you know
when I want to be ‘raped’ again.” After they took their heavy robes
from the holes in the tepee, the place filled with cold air immediately.
“So much for resting.” She hurried into her clothes and pulled her
robe from the tepee walls. As she reached for the door flap, she heard
a low growl from behind the tepee. She moved to the other side and
looked down through one of the holes. There sat Sad Wolf, wagging
his tail as he looked up at her.
“What are you doing here?” The worn old buffalo skin ripped
apart easily in her hands. It was easy for her to rip it down until he
could step inside. He licked her face and nuzzled her. When his
greeting was complete, he used his teeth to pull at the covers on his
back leg. “Is it hurting, boy?” she asked. Carefully she untied the
sinew and unwrapped the packing. To her amazement, the wound
appeared partially healed and the swelling was gone. She did the same
to the front leg and felt relief that it too appeared much better. She
hugged the wolf around the neck until he backed away and retreated
outside the tepee. He sat there as if waiting for her to follow, which
she did.
Before she had a chance to announce his presence, the children
and women screamed and ran to their tepees. Several young warriors
put arrows to their bow as she yelled for them to stop. They did not
heed her shout, so she dropped to the ground beside the canine and
wrapped her arms around him. To shoot the wolf would risk shooting
Summer Swan and no one wanted to do that.
Chief Big Bull walked toward her and the wolf. He gait was slow.
His eyes met those of the wolf, each unwavering. When he reached
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licking his hand. The villagers had never seen anything like it before
and began to all talk at once.
Summer Swan stood and Tall Tree and Soaring Eagle moved
quickly to each side of her.
“He will not hurt you,” said the old chief. “See how he is with the
newcomers. I do not understand it myself, but the wolf belongs to the
woman and the men with her. No one is to harm him. He is a sign
from the gods that what we do today is what is meant to be. So,
quickly, let us prepare for our journey and the place of our new
home.”
They dismantled the entire camp and loaded the usable things in
bundles tied to their horses. Small children rode with the pregnant
women. Every horse carried not only riders but as many bundles as it
could carry. Ordinarily, travois would follow the horses, but the tribe
was so poor that they were of no use, with a few exceptions. One
exception was for the lodge poles and outsides of the good tepees and
the other was for two ill persons who lay together, bound to their
travois.
Summer Swan knew the sick pair would not survive the journey,
probably not even the night. One was a woman so old no one could
even guess her years and the other a child of about four who had
multiple birth defects and a strange discoloration to his body. Nothing
she gave him did anything to help, but she tried. He had been
unconscious for several days, they said, but she tried to save him and
shared the pain that his mother felt. The death of a child always hurt
her in ways she could not explain, even to herself. The father of the
child was on the burial platform they left behind. They would place
the dead on burial platforms when they reached camp.
Healthy women and most warriors walked, along with children
old enough to take the miles they crossed each day. Tall Tree and
Soaring Eagle rode their horses far from the travelers and were lucky
enough to kill a few rabbits and snakes that poked their heads out of
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Late on second afternoon just at sunset, Summer Swan wandered
far from the people. She searched for herbs and roots in the frozen
miles of the plains. At an iced-over creek, she used her knife to break
into the water below. She knelt on her knees to drink from her hand,
which she used to scoop up the icy water. She heard a small noise
behind her but before she could turn, a hand covered her mouth and a
knife pressed tightly against her neck.
“So, the perfect woman is too stupid to hear my movements. That
is as it should be, because you are not a shaman or medicine woman.
You are just another bag with tits and a slot for my cock. I want to
hear you cry for me to kill you, because the pain I will give you will
be more than you can take. Now stand up, slowly.”
Without looking, she knew it was Porcupine Bear. “Why are you
doing this? All you have to do is join the rest of us and start a new life
in our village.”
“Ha, do you think anyone will ever forget the things I have done?
The way I stole the old man’s granddaughter and used her, will they
forget that? No. And the others who disappeared, will they stop
thinking I was the one who took them? No. All things wrong, they
blame on me.”
“Did you take the ones who disappeared? Did you do the things
they think you did?”
He laughed. “Yes, I did. I like the girls before they reached
bleeding age. They were so soft and tender. I loved the way their
tightness brought me bliss. You have not idea what that is like. You
are like an old sow that will die like one when I am finished with you.
Now, take off your clothes.”
“I will not. If you want them off me, then you remove them. I will
not help you.”
Instead of replying, he grabbed her hand and slashed her palm.
“Next time, I will cut it off.”
Still Summer Swan did not move. She let her hand fall and felt the
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toward her, reaching again for her hand. Suddenly, from behind him
came a growl, deep in the throat of a large, leaping wolf that knocked
him to the ground in a second. From all around, Summer Swan heard
more growls and saw several shapes in the dark shadows of the early
night. She stepped back, away from the man on the ground as the
pack began to tear him apart. She stood calmly as he screamed, but
she felt no remorse. The gods saw he got his punishment.
One wolf moved away from the others and bumped his head to
her hips. She knelt beside him and hugged him close. “You are whole
again and back with your own. I am happy for you. Can you thank
them for me for saving my life?”
The creature licked her hand, washing away the blood. She stood,
tears in her eyes, as she patted his head. “Goodbye, my friend.” Sad
Wolf understood and walked behind her until she reached the
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I watched the ragtag band approach the village. Scouts saw them
the day before and reported that Soaring Eagle, Tall Tree, and
Summer Swan were returning. I did not hear until later the story of
the wolves and the man who claimed to be a chief. A new woman used
herbs from Summer Swan’s medicine bag to apply to the deep knife
cut in her had. The newcomers were proud that one of them had done
a good thing for all, thus making their entrance into the tribe less of a
poverty issue and more of an equal merger.
That was nonsense I knew, but Summer Swan made quite a big
thing of it. She could have done it herself, but as usual, she was kind.
Well, most of the time, she was kind. Remember the enemy she
castrated, remember the ones she stabbed in cold blood to protect the
children and Tall Tree. In the years that followed, she never ceased to
amaze me, but you will see for yourself as my tale continues.
Tepees went up in record time, as the temperature seemed to drop
even more. In the home of Man of Horses, old Chief Big Bull,
Speckled Fawn and the two babies made it their place, with the
blessing of Soaring Eagle. Soaring Eagle welcomed the elder as a
chief, equal in all ways. The old man nodded slowly and took a seat
beside the others around the campfire.
****
Later, when most people retired for the night, Soaring Eagle asked
Tall Tree to take a walk with him. “We need to discuss something that
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Little Crane came to snuggle in Tall Tree’s lap until she became
drossy and kissed him goodnight before returning to the tepee of
Sweet Flower and the ‘terrible twins,’ as she called them now. They
were walking and knew no bounds, other than the sharp words of
Summer Swan who was the only one who had any control over them.
They were adorable and amusing to everyone, but totally lacked
discipline. Soaring Eagle knew he must be the one to teach them, but
their bright eyes and sweet smiles instantly turned his heart to mush.
Each night he vowed to himself that the next morning he would start
on the unwanted task, but each morning a pair of rough and tumble
little scamps jumped onto his sleeping robes to wrestle. It was hard to
make them behave when he was laughing.
He told this to Tall Tree who laughed. “Do I not turn into a soft
kitten whenever Little Crane turns those big eyes at me and smiles
that smile that melts me every time? If this is what your want to
discuss, it can surely wait until morning. I am tired and you should be.
Summer Swan…”
Soaring Eagle interrupted him. “Yes, let’s walk. She is what I
want to talk to you about.”
They wrapped their winter robes tightly around to shut out the
incredibly cold air of the night. “Do you remember asking me moons
ago about my feelings for Summer Swan?” Soaring Eagle began. “I
told you she was her own person and not my possession and you
began to spend some nights with her. It was none of my business, but
I knew you were beginning to love her and I felt a strange resentment
of that.”
Tall Tree nodded. “Yes, I have fallen in love with her, but while
we enjoy each other at night, she does not love me. Are you asking
me to leave her alone?”
“No, my friend. I am not asking that. I am asking if you have
noticed any changes in her. Last night she felt different to me. Fuller,
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“Soaring Eagle, it is not for me to say, but you are my friend. Yes
she is. Beyond that, you must talk to her yourself.” He laughed. “At
least after the hours we spent with her last night, we do not need to
worry about that. By the gods, just thinking of it makes my cock
grow. Do you think she would, no probably not.”
The next morning when the twins landed on his stomach,
knocking the wind out of him, he forced his face into a stern
demeanor. “Now, starting today, young men, you are going to change
your ways. First, have you eaten? Good. Go to the water bucket by
the door and wash your hands and face. Clean. No, I said clean. Land
Hunter, if that is clean, I would hate to see you dirty. Iron Eyes, you
are no better. If you are not clean, we cannot go visit a special friend.”
That comment got their attention and they returned to vigorously
rub their mouths, forgetting there is more to a face that the mouth. It
was hard, but Soaring Eagle kept a straight face. He joined them and
washed his face just as hard. They watched and mimicked him,
actually getting most of the dirt and dried food off.
“Now, straighten your clothes and put your buffalo coats back
on.” In their gibberish, he detected a phrase of two that made some
sense, including one that demanded to know where they were going.
“Would you like to guess?” Both little heads nodded and they began
to shout out names, a few he could understand. “Alright. Name one
person you would most like to see.”
It was clear that their mumble-jumble formed something like
“Summer Swan.” He nodded, pulled on his heavy cloak, picked them
both up, and off they went. He whispered to them that they must be
quiet and sneak into her tepee without a word, but only after he
looked inside first to see that she was there. She was asleep, curled up
alone like a beautiful gift from the gods. He motioned the twins to go
in and waited until he heard the shouts and giggles and her sleepy
voice telling them she loved them.
His plan ended at this point. He stooped his head and went
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wearing a deerskin shirt that barely covered her, but did afford some
warmth in the chilly tepee. He could see patches of bare skin as the
boys bounced on top and under the robes. He wanted to reach under
the furry covers and let his hands search for her special spots. He
wanted to slip in beside her and hold her in his arms.
Why not, he thought. Quickly, he dropped his coat and kicked off
his moccasins. He slid under her robe and pulled her into his arms.
The boys laughed and rolled around them as he bent his head to press
his lips gently on hers. He felt her tense and wondered if she was
going to reject him. Instead, she put the tip of her tongue between his
lips and slowly moved it in a slow sensual movement that made him
instantly hard. She pulled away and grabbed first one’s little face
between her hands to kiss grinning lips, and then the other.
Soaring Eagle felt her bare legs as he slid his hand down to cup
her warm ass. He let his fingers moved upward into the hair between
her legs. She moaned deep in her throat before tightening her thighs to
hold his hand still. She looked into his eyes, but said not a word. He
could not read her expression but knew what his own showed her. He
wanted her and he wanted her now.
“Boys, now that Summer Swan is awake, go wake up Little
Crane. That should be fun.” His voice was deep and his breathing
even deeper. In a second, the rambunctious pair ran out and the flap
dropped behind them.
Still she did not speak, but her thighs relaxed. He bent his head to
kiss her again when she lifted her mouth to meet his. Her arms curled
around his neck. Her hands slipped under the back of his shirt. He sat
up to pull it off. She reached down to untie his trousers and grasp his
throbbing penis in her fingers, moving them slowly up and down the
length of him. He pushed up her doeskin dress to expose her tits,
taking one then the other in his teeth, nibbling gently. The tips
hardened and tightened into peaks that he loved to suck and tease with
his tongue. He could feel the roundness of them that had not been
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He tasted her tits and wanted to taste every inch of her. Without
removing the rest of their clothes, he drew back the buffalo robe to
expose her. Kneeling between her hips, he started at her swollen
breast and moved his mouth down her body, using his lips, tongue,
and teeth to worship every inch of her. Her odors were pungent and
excited him even more. He spread her legs and burrowed his face into
her wetness. His tongue found the swollen center of her desires. He
continued to lick her until she raised her hips and cried out her
ecstasy.
Only then did he allow himself to thrust in gigantic cock into her
softness. He moved slowly at first, giving her time to recover from
such a climax. She began to match his rhythm, wrapping her legs
around his waist. His desire took over and he jabbed into her with
increasing speed. He felt his semen spurt into her and silently begged
it to never end. End it did, however, leaving him spent, and holding
her down with his body. She stirred under him, gently rocking him
away.
“Why is it you are not heavy one minute, then weigh more than a
buffalo the next?” she asked.
He rolled over onto his back and said, “Do not talk now. Just kiss
me and snuggle close to me. You are a she devil who leaves a man
with no strength nor desire to move.”
They lay together and drifted off to sleep until the sound of little
voices came toward them. He jumped up and pulled on his shirt. He
was still tying his trousers when the babbling pair rushed inside, each
holding one of Little Crane’s hands as they dragged her with them.
They burst through the flap and dove onto Summer Swan’s sleeping
robes.
Little Crane looked at their faces, first one and then the other.
“Why are your faces so red?” She crinkled her brow as she spoke, as
if thinking deeply.
“We were talking and laughing about the twins,” replied Summer
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“What did they do that was so funny you laughed until your faces
turned red?”
“Ah…I was telling Summer Swan about the chase I had last night
getting them to bed,” said Soaring Eagle.
“Well, I have put them to bed many times, and I no longer think
what they do is so funny,” Little Crane frowned as she spoke. “Well,
sometimes it is. What did they do this time?”
Soaring Eagle looked at Summer Swan for help and she
responded with only a smile. “Well,” he said, “when I packed Land
Hunter into his night things, Iron Eyes took his own clothes off and
began running around naked. I grabbed him and while I was pushing
him in his night things, Land Hunter took his off. Iron Eyes wiggled
away and took off what I had just put on him. They ran in circles like
wild buffalo, so I sat down to wait for them to fall in exhausting. They
changed the running into a game where one knelt down and the other
jumped over him, then they changed positions and did it all over
again. They looked like two little toads, hopping. They laughed so
much I finally gave up my stern face and joined them.”
Little Crane frowned at him. “I have seen them do that and the
first time it was funny. Now it is not fun or funny. And they looked
cute like little green frogs not ugly old toads.”
“Well, we thought it was,” smiled Summer Swan, but not sure that
the girl believed the story. “Now, all of you, out! I need to get my
clothes on.”
She dressed and went outside where Soaring Eagle waited for her
on her log. “Summer Swan, let us take a walk for a few minutes. I
have something to talk to you about.”
“Cannot it wait? I am hungry. You should be, too, after all that
exercise you just had.”
Soaring Eagle wavered, not sure what to do. He wanted that smile
and look of physical satisfaction to remain on her face, but he feared
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wanted to talk to her now, so he took a chance. “Can you wait just a
few minutes? This is important.”
As he suspected, her face clouded, but she nodded. He took her
arm and led her behind her tepee into the grass that was just beginning
to sprout, heralding the growing season. “What is more important
than eating? Well, Summer Swan, what is more important is this
question. Are you with child?”
“You could have waited until my stomach was full of food instead
of just baby,” she answered. “You know I am easier to get along with
when I am not hungry. And the answer is, yes, I am, with child.”
He picked her up and spun in a circle, laughing as he did so.
Finally, he stopped and set her dizzily on the ground. “Will marry me,
Summer Swan?”
Her face was devoid of emotion as she looked up at him. “So, now
that I am with child, you want to take me as your wife. Maybe it is
Tall Tree’s child, did you think of that? Well, forget it, I do not want
to marry you. Oh, yes, I did at one time, but you made it clear you
would never marry again. I do not need a husband because I caught a
baby. Lots of women raise their children without a mate, and I plan to
be one of them.” She turned and shrugged off the hand he tried to use
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Her emotions were a mixture of anger and self-pity. She knew her
refusal to marry Soaring Eagle was out of spite because it is what she
wanted from the first night they shared their bodies with one another.
However, in her heart she knew it was only because of the child, not
because he loved her. Perhaps she should marry Tall Tree instead. He
truly loved her. The problem was that she did not love him the way
she loved Soaring Eagle.
Tall Tree was a good man, a great lover, and he would be the
better choice. Good choices were not always the ones a person wanted
to make. She needed to talk to someone to help her. She could not
discuss it with Speckled Fawn because she was sure the young
woman loved Tall Tree.
Big Bull was sitting outside his tepee when she returned to the
village. “Can I talk to you? I have a problem and want your advice.”
The old man nodded and patted his log for her to sit beside him. He
said nothing and simply waited. “I am with child, Big Bull. Soaring
Eagle is the father. He offered to marry me, but he does not love me.
Tall Tree loves me and would take my child as his own. I do not
know what to do. Maybe I should marry no one. Please tell me what
to do.”
“Child, I cannot tell you what to do. It is for your heart to decide. I
know you enjoy them both, and that is good. Seldom does a woman
find two men who are willing to bed her, especially together. That
alone should tell you that Soaring Eagle cares for you enough to share
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excitement of watching you and his friend. The same is true with Tall
Tree.
“There is another solution you might consider, Summer Swan. It
is not unheard of in our history, although it has happened seldom.
You might marry them both. How you share yourself with them you
would have to decide, always with the two of them or separately. It is
not a small problem, and you want each man happy, too. You must
think long before you make your decision.
“I am sorry, child that I can offer you no answers. All I do know is
that you are unhappy now and life is too short for unhappiness.” He
squeezed her hand and arose to enter his tepee. As he closed the flap,
he said, “Perhaps you should talk to the gods.”
Summer Swan sat on his log for a long time. Finally, she stood
and walked out into the plain toward the burial platforms. Once there,
she set the ladder to the side where Man of Horses lay. She climbed
the rickety wooden structure and sat cross-legged beside the body. It
was not necessary for her to speak aloud to either him or the gods.
She looked skyward, but with one hand on his body. This unspoken
conversation was for all who wanted to hear. After a while, she closed
her eyes and began chanting in a low, sweet voice. The chant was
wordless, more a series of sad sounds that came from somewhere
deep inside her.
It was midday when she finished and started down the ladder. It
happened so quickly that she did not realize it until she felt air under
her feet where the rung had been. Below her were two rocks, one
large one where her back would hit and a smaller one under her head.
The ladder broke and she plummeted down into a pit of darkness.
****
Little Crane hunted everywhere but could not find Summer Swan.
It was sunset before she told her father of her futile search. He roused
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aroused Big Bull from his slumber. He stepped outside, cursing
himself for sleeping so much, a plight of the old. His eyesight,
however, was still strong and as the sun rode low in the western sky,
he thought he saw a shape on the ground beside the burial platforms.
He knew then that it was Summer Swan who had gone to Man of
Horses and to talk to the gods.
He yelled and pointed in that direction. Tall Tree jumped upon his
horse and was the first to arrive. He saw the blood between her legs
even before he jumped down. As he bent over her motionless body,
he saw her chest moving as she took tiny shallow breaths. He stooped
to pick her up but stopped when he saw the blood under her head. He
turned and yelled at the man nearing him to return for the travois.
Soaring Eagle dropped off his horse even as it still ran. The two
men looked at each other, sharing their pain. Gently he turned her to
her side to reveal the two wounds. The smaller on her head was only
trickling a small stream of blood, but the one in her back was deep
and bleeding profusely when they moved her. Apparently, the stone
had sealed her wound until her prone body moved. Both men pulled
off their loincloths, the only thing they wore during the day in the hot
months and pressed the deerskin into the hole to slow the bleeding.
Several others offered their loincloths and whatever else they
wore. The women set about finding moss and leaves and herbs. No
one knew what they might need but Little Crane, between her tears,
pointed out things she picked when hunting for them with Summer
Swan. Speckled Fawn tried to remember the things she had seen
Summer Swan use on some of the sick or hurt in the months between
the cold and the warm seasons.
Tall Tree and Soaring Eagle carefully lifted her onto the travois,
positioning her so her back and head wounds were visible. If ever a
travois had moved so carefully, it was now. Sweet Flower knew the
pain that the ground could cause, so she led the horse herself,
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Little Crane walked beside the travois, carefully holding on to
Summer Swan’s hands. When they reached the woman’s tepee, she
ran ahead to ready the sleeping robes by placing worn pieces of skins
to collect the blood running slowly from the injured woman. She held
back the flap as her uncle and father gently carried Summer Swan
inside and laid her on the bed. Speckled Fawn followed behind them
and dropped the flap down. The tribe’s people waited for a while, but
soon wandered away to cook and eat as the night closed in around
them.
Only Speckled Fawn who was working on Summer Swan and the
two men and Little Crane remained. The men sat on the ground crosslegged, never speaking as they watched. Little Crane cried softly until
sleep claimed her as she snuggled in her father’s arms.
The head wound was easy for Speckled Fawn to clean, medicated,
and packed once she had cut away the hair surrounding it. The wound
in Summer Swan’s back was deep and full of grass, dirt, and other
assorted bits of foreign material. As carefully as humanly possible,
she used her fingers at first to clean as much as she could. She used
her fingernails next, followed by the point of her knife. The darkness
of the tepee made it hard for her to see, until Soaring Eagle brought
torchlight to her side and held it as she continued to clear the wound.
“Soaring Eagle, can you use your knife like I did to dig out those
things? My fingers are stiff and I am shaking. I will hold the torch for
you. I think Summer Swan is feeling nothing right now, so if you
have to go deep, it should not hurt her.”
She took the torch and moved aside for the man to take her place.
A great deal of time passed before he asked Tall Tree to take a turn.
The rotated places one more time before Speckled Fawn pronounced
it as clean as they could get it. The men retreated to the far side of the
tepee while she rinsed the wound several times with clear water. Next,
she spread several powders from Summer Swan’s medicine bag to all
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Little Crane awoke and sat beside the motionless woman while
Speckled Fawn stared blankly, completely empty of what to do next.
“Can I help?” the little voice asked. “I have watched Summer Swan
many times with wounds, like my father had from the knife, and when
the children fall or something and hurt themselves.”
The adults exchanged glances and nodded. Little Crane drew a
deep breath. “Do you see this skinny root? Summer Swan would soak
it in water and cut it in little pieces almost as small as sand. She told
me it helped the muscles to stop bleeding and would go away once the
skin grew back.”
It took several minutes for the root to soak up the water and
diminish into pieces under the knives of the three adults. Each time
one of them thought they were small enough, Little Crane would
shake her head. Finally, she deemed them acceptable. She picked
them up in her little hand and carefully pressed each into the tissue
and muscles, even where there was bone showing, until they were
gone.
Finally, she pressed clean doeskin tightly to cover the entire
wound before adding layers of leaves and moss to hold the whole
thing in place. The adults helped tie sinew around the Summer
Swan’s body to make sure it all stayed tight. Only then did Speckled
Fawn rise to leave. For the first time, they were aware of the babies
nearby, crying for the breasts that fed them. She left hurriedly and
soon the air was quiet as the babies found their food.
Inside the tepee, Little Crane carefully covered the prone woman.
She announced, “I am staying with her tonight and father can stay,
too. Uncle, the terrible twins need you. If there is any change, I
promise to call you.” No one questioned the girl giving orders to her
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The call they hoped to hear did not come that night, the next, or
the next. Summer Swan did not awaken or move in any way. Several
women came to take turns turning her, cleaning her, and dribbling
water between her lips.
Sweet Flower, leaning on Little Crane, came each morning and
afternoon to rub buffalo oil all over the woman’s body, mostly on her
arms and legs. She would bend them at all the joints as Summer Swan
had done when she nursed the nearly dead Sweet Flower. She showed
the others what to do and left them the chore when she returned to the
many children who slept in her tepee. It was not long until care for
their special woman was part of the routine of tribe members. At
night, the two men who loved her took turns holding her and begging
the gods to give her back to them.
Summer Swan knew nothing of this, as she lived now in a world
that only she could know. Her first memory was of her mother and
father playing with her before her bedtime. She did not know how old
she was, only that it as the happiest time of her life. She loved her
parents and knew they loved her, too.
Sometimes her memories stayed for long periods, but mostly they
dissolved quickly, leaving her sad. She thought they were dreams, but
could memories be dreams? She followed her mother everywhere,
learning what all Indian women learned. Even as a child, it was
apparent that she was special. She seemed to have insight into what
roots and herbs to pick, what tree bark healed burns, and the kinds of
lizards and small creatures that could help the ill. Her mother
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to child over the ages with each generation more gifted than the
previous.
In her unconscious world, Summer Swan felt fright, as she knew
what was next. She did not know how she knew, but she did and it
was horrible. The hunters were chasing a large herd of buffalo,
bringing down many for their winter supply. No one ever knew why it
happened, but the herd suddenly turned and stampeded back on the
hunters. There was no escape for the four trapped in the running
ocean of giant beasts and their sharp hooves. One of them was
Summer Swan’s father.
Had anyone been watching her at that moment, they would have
seen her body give a startled jump and tears on her cheeks. All was
still again.
****
Summer Swan’s inert body lacked nourishment and began to thin.
Speckled Fawn boiled some deer meat and fed her the broth. Next
time, she added vegetable. They gave her as much as she would take,
which was little, but it was enough to slow the weight loss. However,
with the soup came the need to change her diapers more often, a task
no one liked to do. Even her men found excuses to avoid the task.
Little Crane and Speckled Fawn were the only members of the tribe to
do the job. One afternoon, Speckled Fawn was sure she heard a sound
from the pale lips, but only once, so she mentioned it to no one.
Summer Swan, as the child she had been was running down a hill
with her mother. They had been seeking wild vegetables when a
group of unfriendly warriors suddenly surrounded them. They shouted
for help, but the wind blew in the wrong direction. No one heard
them.
One warrior laughed as he scooped her up. She struggled until he
tired of it and hit her so hard she saw nothing for a time. When she
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strong arm lifted her again. As she turned, she saw her beautiful
mother under a man while the others laughed and waited for their
turn. Summer Swan tried to escape the arms holding her, but they
were too strong. She watched helplessly as her mother was used twice
more before one of the men tied her to the back of a horse. The child
did not know if her mother was dead or alive, but decided she must be
alive or they would have left her for the buzzards.
No one harmed Summer Swan. The next day they arrived in a
village of their own. One of the men pulled the child from her horse
and shoved her toward a large fat woman who laughed and grabbed
her arm. She could not understand all of what they said, but enough to
know she was to work and do whatever the fat woman told her.
Her mother was unconscious and placed in a tepee with another
fat woman who began to bring her back to life, slowly. The tribe
members wanted them both well and healthy as Summer Swan was
now a slave and her mother was bargaining power for passing tribes
in need of an adult slave or just women for their beds.
They would not let her see her mother and she suffered several
beatings for trying. The third beating was severe enough to keep her
abed for two days. Only later did she learn that during those two days,
their captors took her mother away to use and sell. She never stopped
loving her mother and forced herself to think only good thoughts.
Thoughts like she had escaped and was searching still for her
daughter. Summer Swan vowed she would never stop looking for her
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Summer Swan grew from a small child to a big girl old enough for
her first moon, but the fat old lady who kept her did not want anyone
to see her as she was for fear of losing her slave. The old woman cut
off Summer Swan’s hair and forced her to wear tight clothes around
her chest to flatten her budding breasts. The old woman kept the girl
with her at all times.
One day she sniffed the air, then moved closer to Summer Swan.
“Girl, you stink. When is the last time you washed?” Well, never
mind. Today you go to the river and wash your body. Take a water
bag with you so anyone who notices will think you are going for
water. I would go with you, but I am too tired.”
Ha, too fat, thought Summer Swan, for such a long walk.
“You be back here before sunset or I will switch you until your
legs bleed. Go now.”
Summer Swan was delighted most of a day by herself, and water
in which to clean. She ran across the plain, knowing that no one
would pay any attention to her because her owner was so harsh and
she must hurry. She reached the river and waded in without removing
her clothes. It felt wonderful. As she floated, an idea formed in her
mind. She filled the water bag and leaned it against a tree. She took
off her wet clothes and hung them over rocks to dry. She moved away
from the river and into the trees and shrubs that lined the banks. It
took some time, but eventually, she found what she sought. It was a
high cave, nearly hidden by the treetops. It was perfect!
Later, back in the tepee with the snoring fat woman, Summer
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would never miss. She took several water bags, three knives of
difference sizes, some pottery from which to eat, and an assortment of
cooking pots and bowls made from buffalo stomachs. She hid them
under her sleeping robes, sure the women would never look there.
When it was safe, she would move the items a few at a time to hide
under a hollow log surrounded by grass not far from the village, but
far enough no one would notice.
She made it a point to cause herself to smell bad by rubbing rotten
food and dog dung on her legs every few mornings so the women
would send her away to bathe and bring water. She pushed wild
onions in her nostrils so she could not smell herself, and their odor
only enhanced her foulness. On each trip, she took a few things from
her hidden cache. Her routine became the same each time: bathe,
wash clothes, fill water jug, climb to cave, hide her possessions. She
could smell a creature that lived there in the past, maybe using it even
now on occasion. She would face that problem later.
Weeks passed and men were beginning to take note of her
developing curves. She knew time was getting short, so each night she
would hide larger and heavier items to take. The nights became
shorter so she waited until the old woman was asleep before she ran
off to the river where she hid these things. Buffalo robes, a bow and
many arrows, as many clothes as she could steal, food supplies, and a
tomahawk all went to the cave.
The night she left for the last time, she wore the old woman’s
heavy winter cloak. It was too big, but she could cut it down to fit and
have enough left over for a real dress. It started to snow when she
neared the river. Ha, no tracks for them to follow, she thought.
The next morning, high on the side of the hill, she could see for
miles in every direction. Off in the distance near the village, she could
see figures on horseback. She knew they were searching for her, but
without any enthusiasm. It was, she knew, because she was of no real
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Her world became calm and she felt the first sense of freedom in
her life. No one bothered her, no one shouted at her, no one hit her,
and no one owned her. During the moons that followed, she matured
into a woman, learned to shoot her bow and arrow with enough
accuracy she could stop a rabbit or a snake from a fair distance. She
did not kill larger animals, although she could, because she had no
way to smoke the meat, tan the hides, and other necessities.
Summer Swan liked to practice with her weapons, but the
tomahawk was the hardest to master. Time and again, she would miss
her target, sometimes so far off she had to laugh. Retrieving the
weapon after a throw one afternoon, in a pique of anger she tossed it
back toward her cave. She slapped herself in the head for not thinking
of that before. She set up two targets, so all she had to do was walk to
where the tomahawk lay after missing the first target and throw it
back at the other target. This proved to be valuable, too, because she
had to learn to throw it from different terrain, from different levels,
and toward an assortment of different types of targets. Her aim
improved, but not to her satisfaction.
Her cooking and warming fires were deep within her cave. The
direction of the wind determined when or if she could use them, for
she feared her smoke might alert someone to her location. Those
times, she ate small amounts from her supply or from her recent kills.
She did not go hungry.
The days grew shorter and the nights longer. She loved the
freedom to walk along the river or into the prairie and even climbed a
tree now and then. She never felt lonely as long as she could hear the
birds sing, the small creatures scurry around, and the large ones howl
at the moon.
The sound from the cave’s entrance brought her to a sitting
position in her sleeping robes. She had no fire this night because the
sky was so clear that she could see for miles, thus someone else might
see her. A figure moved inside, silhouetted against the bright moonlit
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and froze her mind. A bear! And it had smelled her at the same time,
giving a loud growl as it ran toward her. Not until later would she
remember what happened then. Her instinct to live rose just as the
beast lifted itself up on it high legs, ready to attack. It’s gigantic
mouth opened and one huge paw swept down to scrape her butt as she
flung herself out of its path. That angered the creature, which turned
to follow her movements. As she rolled, her hand encountered the
tomahawk. He stood again, opened his mouth and the tomahawk,
aimed at its chest, and entered the cavern in its head embedded itself
in the skull, penetrating the brain. For once, her missed target saved
her life.
She sat where she was, bow and arrow ready, in case the bear
moved again. It did not, but she was too weak with fear to move
either. She pulled her sleeping robe around her and crept to the cave
opening, staying as far away from the smelly mound on the floor. She
ran outside and climbed the nearest strong tree without thought that
bears can also climb. Summer Swan had never been so scared, ever
before.
For the first time, she really understood the dangers of her
freedom. She cried softly and watched the moon make its way across
the incredible sky. She prayed to the gods for protection. She thought
of praying to her mother, but to do so would admit she thought her
mother was dead, and she could not accept that idea.
She did not return to the cave until the sun was well above the
hills to the east. It was not an enormous bear as she thought in the
night, but rather an average sized one. It was too heavy for her to drag
too much for her to eat. She had no idea what to do with it, although
she realized that it would rot and her cave would be inhabitable.
Then something worse than the bear happened. She saw a group
of warriors coming up the side hill toward her. She ran into the cave
to hide, but one of them saw her movement. They began to follow
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instead of the bear they were hunting, they found a different piece of
meat, one for their cocks, not their stomachs.
She found her knife just as one of the men reached her. She
brought it up from her side into his stomach. He screamed and held
her by her hair until another arrived. She tried to cut the second man
but he was too strong and took the knife away from her. She pushed
toward him, trying to reach the knife in an attempt to stab herself, but
again he was too quick.
The man on the ground was bleeding from his stomach, his
mouth, and his nose. He died within minutes. Summer Swan struggled
from her captor who, rather than fight her, simply hit her on the back
of her neck.
When she awoke, the man was between her legs, rutting like an
old hog. This was the first time she was ever raped, but it would not
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Chapter 37
As young as I was, I understood that something dreadful had
happened. So much shouting, angry voices, crying women, and a few
men as well told me this, but it was not until I realized I had not seen
Summer Swan for several days. I did not see them bring her to her
home, as it was very dark by then. I made a point of watching closely
and listening carefully, although it was hard when the winds blew
their words away from me. Whatever the problem was, I knew she
was still alive. No body had gone to the burial platforms for a long
time. It was a dismal time, I could tell, because there was so little
laughter. I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe this little tree could
help.
In her tepee, Summer Swan eyes were moving behind the lids. Big
Bull said she was dreaming and that was good. He came to rub her
legs and arms with oils and even changed her clothes, noting that she
was pale and too thin. He sat for hours beside her in the dark tepee,
praying to the gods for some sign and begging them to spare her.
Each day that passed lessened his hope that she would regain
consciousness.
Behind those eyelids, Summer Swan remembered the long nights
when the warriors who captured her took turns with her body. They
were careful, for whatever reason, not to hurt her. Probably because a
dead body could not satisfy their needs. However, as the months
passed, she grew thinner and gaunt until their desire for her
diminished to the point they no longer wanted her. They wandered
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offered her to anyone who wanted her. Finally one man offered them
a water bag of something alcohol, and they accepted it.
The man was nice to her, as were his other two wives, at first. She
helped with the chores, which pleased them all. On a good diet, she
began to gain weight again and the luster returned to her hair. The
sparkle of her eyes and the color of her cheeks gave her a strange
beauty that everyone in the tribe began to notice. Two men
approached her master to buy her, but he said no. One night, he took
her hand and drew her to his sleeping robes, where he made tender
love to her. She did not respond at first, but he was patient and soon
aroused her enough to feel her juices flow. Soon she moved under his
fingers, then his penis, until she climaxed.
He announced the next morning that he would wed her, which he
did that very day. His other wives turned on her like a pair of hungry
wolves, hitting her and abusing her whenever they could out of his
sight. Summer Swan held her words. Instead of complaining to him,
she used her body to inveigh herself to him in every way he wanted.
He no longer bothered to bed his other wives, but looked forward to
every night with her. She had missed two-moon cycles before he
noticed and was delighted that she carried his child. His other wives
never conceived, which increased their hatred of her, even so far as to
question his paternity. He banished them both from their home for
two nights, telling them to return only when they sweetened their
tempers.
His death less than a moon before her child was born gave her a
fear of the unknown ahead. She could not stay here, but where to go?
That unknown changed when Soaring Eagle came upon her as she
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“Now, listen to me,” spoke Little Crane in a low voice before
entering where Summer Swan lay unconscious. “You can only go see
her if you stay quiet. As quiet as a mouse, do you understand?”
“Me hear mouse make noise,” said Iron Eyes.
“Me hear mouse talk,” said Land Hunter.
“Well, maybe you did, but you will be completely quiet. If you do
not, I will take you back home and take a stick to your butts.” She
lifted the flap and entered with one little boy on each side of her. She
knelt by the bed as the twins stared with sad eyes at the woman they
loved.
In a whisper that would wake the dead, Iron Eyes asked. “When
will Summer Swan wake up? I miss her.”
”Me too,” mimicked his brother who jumped back as if bitten.
He pointed and all three children looked into Summer Swan’s
brown pools above a smile. “Hello, my children. I am back. Now
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Chapter 38
The noise that exploded from Summer Swan’s tepee was enough
to bring the entire village on the run to see what happened. First
through the flap was Speckled Fawn who was planning the wash her
patient. She stopped dead still trying to take in the site of Summer
Swan sitting up with three laughing, crying, and beyond excited
children all over her. Little Crane sat beside her, arms around the
woman, crying softly as she planted kisses everywhere she could find
to put them. Two wild-eyed little boys bounced all over the bed and
the woman, demanding endless hugs.
Summer Swan’s laughter rolled through the open flap to the
astonished ears of those close enough to hear and that included her
two men. They pushed the others aside in their frantic race to enter,
and when they did, their reaction was the same as Speckled Fawn.
They stood in euphoric disbelief.
I cannot tell you exactly what happened, but I do know that that
evening the tribe had the biggest celebration I have ever seen in their
village. Even from my distance away, I could hear the laughter,
shouts, and merriment that went on until daylight. Soaring Eagle
carried Summer Swan from her tepee and sat her on a high log where
she could see all that happened and all could see her. She held first
one of Speckled Fawn’s nursing babies, then the other, snuggling
them like kittens against her cheeks. Her flat stomach told her she was
not pregnant anymore, but being alive seemed enough for her this
night. As the day turned to night, the revelry quieted but continued
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arms of Tall Tree with Soaring Eagle walking beside them as they
disappeared into her tepee.
Holding her in his arms was like holding the brightest star in the
sky to Tall Tree. He gently pressed his lips to hers savoring her taste
as Soaring Eagle lifted her hair to plant soft kisses on her neck and
cheeks. The kiss with Tall Tree ended, and so turned her head to kiss
her other man. She sighed deeply.
“Please sit me on my bed, on the edge, between the two of you. I
want to feel you both. I want your kisses and embraces. I cannot yet
give you my body, but I can give you my heart, arms, and mouth. I
want to taste your skin and feel your strength. I do not know how long
I was gone, but it feels like an eternity.”
“It has been as many eternities for me as there are stars in the
sky,” said Soaring Eagle, as he took her face in his hands and kissed
her gently on the lips. She responded with her tongue that sent a bolt
of lightning through his body. She moved her face toward Tall Tree
and offered her lips to him.
“You taste like nectar that only the gods can make, beautiful
woman,” whispered Tall Tree as he licked her lips. Her tongue darted
inside his mouth the taste him, sending a bolt through him as well.
“I am very tired and need to sleep. Please, go now back to your
children and let me rest. It is hard for me also, because I want to love
you, every inch of you, but that must wait. First, I have to grow
stronger. It is possible, probably a fact, that I will not walk again, but
we must plan to take each day as it comes.
They argued that they should stay. What if she needed something?
What if she was got hungry? What if, what if, what if? She put a hand
on each pair of lips and shook her head. “Go now, please. I will be
fine. And no checking up on me all night, either. And that goes for
you too, Little Crane,” she yelled, knowing the child was outside
waiting for her to sleep before sneaking in.
The warm days of summer began to shorten and cool, with life in
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so she began to ask for his or her help. “Can I have a long log as high
as I sit? That way there will be room for others who want to join me.”
She got more than she asked for because within the afternoon hours,
three long logs arrived and laid out in a loose triangle with ample
room for sitting and with space to move in and out between the logs.
One sat a bit lower for all for the short legs of the children, and one
was higher for the long legs of the men.
She smiled through her tears at their kindness and asked everyone
to join her in thanks to the gods for letting her live and for giving her
such wonderful friends. She raised her eyes to the sky and chanted.
Soon voices joined her and she felt emotions in her mind and body
that were new to her. Her eyes closed and she sat stone still for a long
time after they quieted.
After a great deal of time had passed, she raised her head and
opened her eyes. “Man of Horses spoke to me. He said our lives will
be good, but that there will be some things, which will not go our
way, and we must be ready to accept them. He did not say what those
things might be, only that we must always be on the lookout for
snakes and scorpions and thorns and poisons. He did not mean those
things themselves, I think, but as omens for which we must watch.
Now, I am tired and need to sleep. Goodnight.” Before Tall Tree
could pick her up, there came the questions she dreaded. “No, Man of
Horses did not tell me if I would walk again.”
The days passed quickly. It had been a good summer for gathering
supplies stores for the winter cold months. The scouts spotted another
large herd of buffalo meandering its way toward their camp, giving
the hunters one last chance to add to their larders. They departed
before dawn, leaving many warriors behind to guard the camp, but
taking most of the young men. They needed more experience and
what better time than when this herd would give them an abundance
of supplies and give the novice hunters a chance to practice their
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Big Bull and Summer Swan sat on her log, watching the children
at play. “Summer Swan,” he asked, “Your men have not been coming
to your bed anymore. Why is that? They have needs and they love
you.”
She sighed. “I am hoping they will find it necessary to seek other
women. I do not think I can give them children anymore and they
need more sons. Their needs will grow as long as I deny them my
body, until they realize they most empty their loins elsewhere.”
“You are a young woman who has needs, too, are you not?”
Again, she sighed deeply. “Yes, I suppose I do. I did not think I
did until they kissed me and I felt my body respond. I am not a man,
though, and can control those needs.”
“That is not a good thing, Summer Swan. Do you not think the
decision for children should also be theirs? Soaring Eagles has two
sons and Tall Tree has Little Crane. She is not male, but through her,
his blood will not be lost.”
“I will think on it, Big Bull. There is time.”
They sat in companionable silence for a long time. Suddenly, Big
Bull stood and limped over to where the children played. He spoke to
them a long time before he returned to her log. The children scattered
in many directions only to return to him, carrying an array of sticks
and tree limbs. Even the tiny ones carried sinew. They all sat on the
shortest log to watch. Big Bull began by laying out the longest
branches until he found four about the same length. Next, he located
several in uniform lengths, which he tied matching pairs to the long
ones making what looked like thin ladders. He bound the bottoms of
each of two pair of them together along with a short sturdy piece.
Across the top of each, he tied a wide piece, then stood them up.
“Here, Summer Swan, try these. Put one under each of your arms
and hold one of the lower pieces like a handle. Now, carefully, put
your weight on the top and lift yourself to your feet, but using the
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She did exactly as he said. She stood erect, for the first time in
seasons. However, the pressure of the wood under her arms gave too
much pain for her to continue. She explained the problem, and finally
Little Crane spoke, “Wait, I know.” She took off at a dead run and
returned quickly. In her hands, she had small pieces of buffalo pelts,
soft and pliable. Big Bull took the ‘things’ back from Summer Swan
and bound the pelts to the top, giving a soft surface that was painless
when the woman stood once again.
In years to come, I would learn these were called crutches and not
a new thing in the world. They were new only to us. I can still
remember the shouts of the happy children and men who watched the
process of getting her back on her feet. The hunters were returning
and heard the shouts. They ran their horses, thinking something was
wrong. Soaring Eagle was the first, sliding off his horse before it even
slowed. I wish I were closer so I might have seen the look on his face
to see his woman standing. Tall Tree did not stop after dismounting,
but ran to her, taking her into his arms and holding her so tight, she
laughed and asked him to release her.
Summer Swan took no time in learning how to move about on the
crutches. Soon she was everywhere, even out in the grassland looking
for her roots and vegetables and herbs, always followed by a crowd of
children. They were ready to dig what she found and run with it back
to the village. Soon, several began to locate them on their own, much
to the delight of Summer Swan. As usual, Little Crane never left her
side and as Summer Swan tired, the child would insist she rest on a
rock or log. The world was good, at least as good as if could be with
a crippled Summer Swan.
Summer Swan watched her men every opportunity she found.
Neither of them appeared to be the least bit interested in the other
woman, except for Speckled Fawn. Together or separately, they made
conversation with her every time they encountered her, but even to
Summer Swan’s hopeful eyes, the men showed no sign that there was
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Her body reacted to every touch or smell of either of them. By the
gods, she needed them. She fought her desire until she realized she
was punishing not only her men, but herself as well. This day, as the
pair mounted their horses for a day of casual hunting, she met them at
the edge of the village.
“No, no need to dismount.” She looked up at the faces she loved.
“I would like to invite you to my bed tonight if you would like. I have
missed you both so much.”
Her men did not say a word, only nodded. She turned back into
the camp, bewildered by their lack of enthusiasm. Little did she know
that it was what they had waited to hear for so long, they were
speechless. They rode without a word until the village was a dot on
the horizon before Tall Tree raised his hand and shouted the loudest
sound of delight he could, hoping the gods could hear. Soaring Eagle
joined him. Soon they were laughing just like a pair of children and
they both felt years younger.
Summer Swan helped around the fire circle, cooking and washing
pots. It was just about dark when she left the others to return to her
tepee. She stripped herself naked and washed her entire body from the
water bags the children brought her that afternoon, a daily occurrence.
She rubbed fragrant roots all over her skin, even on her hair. She
shook out the sleeping robes and carefully folded the top one, sure
they would have no use for it until morning. She lay on her bed and
waited.
Sometime in the night, she felt cold and realized she was still
alone. The moon was high as it shown down the smoke hole. She
covered herself with her robes and lay back wondering what had
happened that the men did not come. She remembered that they did
not say they were not coming to her but then again, they had not said
they were. As the hours passed and the sky finally lightened, she
knew the reasons. They were tired of the woman with no legs. They
felt no desire for a female who could not have sex like a real woman.
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and as before, but only in a casual way. She offered them nothing now
in her bed, except a pair of big tits and a suckling mouth. That was not
enough for any robust man. As her tears ran down her cheeks, she
could understand their feelings. It was quite simple: they no longer
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Chapter 39
“Well,” she told herself, “even if I have no legs, I have my pride.”
She dressed herself and using her crutches, went to help the other
women with the morning meal. By the time the sun reached the
middle of the sky, the men still had not returned, causing much
speculation among the villagers, including Summer Swan.
By the time the sun reached the mountaintops, the speculation
turned to concern. Then a lookout signaled the impending arrival of
five horses when there should have been only two.
Warriors armed themselves and Big Bull ordered the women and
children into their homes. Summer Swan and Speckled Fawn sat on
the log in front of her home as Summer Swan confided her dismay
and humiliation by the failing of the men to come to her in the night.
The two women were closer now than sisters or even mothers and
daughters. Their bond excluded all others but children.
Big Bull once again ordered them inside and realizing they were
not moving, sat beside them, watching the riders as they approached
the village. She could see now that it was Soaring Eagle and Tall Tree
and some children on the other three horses. Shouts of relief and
welcome met them as they walked their horses to stop in front of the
tree on the log.
“Where did you get these children?” Big Bull wanted to know.
Tall Tree dismounted and sat on the adult log before answering.
“We were following a bear in the hills above the river when we saw a
band of horses off in the distance. The wind was right so we heard the
sound of children crying. There were no women, so we followed
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each held a child in front of him. It did not take long to realize these
renegades had stolen the children from somewhere only the gods
could know.
“We waited until they made camp then, as Soaring Eagle did to
rescue you, Summer Swan, we took care of them. There were seven
of them, so it was no chore at all for us, and we left quite a meal for
the buzzards. The problem was the children, as they spoke differently
than we do and very afraid of us. So, we had to keep them tied for
fear they would run away and we could not find them. They could not
last a day on their own.
“At first light the next morning, we put them on the horses and
started back. Then a noise from the trees alerted us. The growl of the
bear we had been chasing came us before the creature rushed us. The
children screamed, the horses ran, and we faced a huge old male with
death in his mind. Soaring Eagle raised his bow and arrow and hit him
in the throat, but it did not stop him. He reared on his back legs to
attack me but the second arrow from Soaring Eagle brought him
down. He was not dead yet, still lashing out, but I came up behind
him and parted his skull with my tomahawk.”
He shook his head and nodded to Soaring Eagle who continued
the story. “First, we had to find the children and the horses. Ours
came at our whistles and the others followed. Only one child had
fallen and hung on the side of the horse where she was tied. I lifted
her down and moved her and one other girl to the horses with the
oldest boys.
“The children were still afraid of the bear, so they were no help in
gutting it or even tying it on the two horses we picked to carry the
bear halves. It took forever to get the pieces up and secured to the
horses. So, here we are, two bone tired, dirty hunters home from the
wilds. Now, what are we to do with these children?”
Summer Swan spoke quietly. “Untie them and set them in front of
the horses. I think we can handle it from there.” Little Crane sat on
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eyes as wide as the moon and fear etched in their faces. Summer
Swan bent forward and spread her arms in welcome. The smallest boy
started to cry, but ran straight into her arms. The others followed and
soon all five were snuggled on or between the three females who
whispered and petted them.
Sweet Flower, on her own crutches, joined them, along with
several other women. They brought food and water that disappeared
so fast it was amazing. Little Crane looked at the men with
disapproval, hands folded over one another across her chest. “What is
that matter with you? Even if you were not hungry or thirsty, did you
think that maybe the little ones might be? Sometimes, I wonder how
the twins and I survive with fathers like you! Humph.”
As they divided the children to give them places to live, it became
apparent that three of them were of one family, as were the other two.
Sweet Flower took the two with her and Dark Woman took the other
three. Her own child had not lived long, and she missed it, as did her
sad husband, so she hoped these children might help fill their void.
The hunters led away the horses, including the bear-laden one for
processing in the morning. They tied it to a rope and pulled it high in
a tree to keep night visitors away from it. Both Tall Tree and Soaring
Eagle were in a hurry, but protocol forced them to stay and help, but it
did not stop them from glancing at Summer Swan on her log. What
they missed the night before weighed heavily on their minds and
trigger physical responses they became painful until they forced the
thoughts away.
Summer Swan and Speckled Fawn sat together quietly, each
holding one of the babies Speckled Fawn nursed. Finally, she spoke.
“My dear friend, it appears you had a sleepless night for nothing. If
they had not rescued those poor babes, they could never forgive
themselves and they know you would not either if you ever found out.
They did the only thing they could do. If you were miserable all night,
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for them and balls drawn inside like thunder eggs.” She giggled and
Summer Swan joined her.
Her friend took the babies inside as Summer Swan moved toward
her own entrance. A hard hand grabbed her upper arm and turned her
around. She had not heard Soaring Eagle moved behind her. He lifted
her into his arms and set her up on his horse. He mounted behind her
and walked the horse toward the river.
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She started to ask him a question, but he put his fingers over her
lips. “You must not talk now. You must listen until I tell you to
speak.” Normally, she would have reacted like a bear, but he was so
serious, she kept quiet. “Summer Swan, I know what you must have
thought when we did not come to you last night. Your self-doubts
took over and you felt inadequate. I want to end that for the last time.
I love you and want to marry you. No, do not speak yet.”
He stopped the horse and waited for Tall Tree to join them. They
exchanged nods and smiles. Tall Tree brought his horse as close as it
could go and took her from Soaring Eagle’s arms. Tall Tree spoke
softly and firmly. “Summer Swan, I love you and want you for my
wife. No, just listen. Big Bull tells me that our legends tell of a strong
woman, so clever and spiritual that the gods granted her three
husbands. We are only two men and we want to be the husbands of
our own strong, clever, spiritual woman. Now you may speak.”
“Is that an order? Too speak, I mean? Did you two plan this? To
pressure me when I was bewildered and afraid? To trick me into your
plan? To get Big Bull to agree to it? I do not know if this is good or
bad. However, I do know that I need to think and you both need a
bath. It is a warm night, probably the last, and a perfect time for a
swim.”
They let her change the subject, knowing her well enough that any
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wanted her soft and loving, sweet and pliable, giving her love and
taking theirs. But, knowing Summer Swan, as they did, they could
only hope for the best. That was one of the things about her that
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Summer Swan’s head whirled countless thoughts. She loved Tall
Tree, but not the way she loved Soaring Eagle. He was gentler,
kinder, and more amusing than Soaring Eagle who was stern, militant,
and somber. Was it fair to either of them to take two husbands? The
idea still spun out of control in her mind. She closed her eyes and
rested her head on Tall Tree’s chest as they rode to the river.
Her memory ran back to the first time each of them had made love
with her. Soaring Eagle loved her like a warrior, hard and strong,
while Tall Tree gave her his tenderness and patience. Each was
perfect in his own way. What woman would give up either man? She
smiled and thought, I am not that woman. Nevertheless, they need to
wait. After all, I am a woman!
The moon was a sliver giving just enough of its light to make out
shapes of trees, bushes, and such. Soaring Eagle took her from Tall
Tree’s arms and sat her on a log. The men seemed to ignore her as
they stripping off their clothes and waded into the slow moving water.
She watched them swim far across where they stood in the
shallowness and talked. She knew they talked about her, but had no
idea what they planned. She had not indicated that they could share
her body this night, although she felt her desire building as their
bodies moved back toward her.
“That was wonderful, Summer Swan, only a bit cold at first, then
fine. You should try it,” said Tall Tree as he found a long log and laid
back on it, full length. In the moonlight, his skin seemed to glow, as
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“How do you expect me to get there since I do not have my other
legs?” she asked.
“Oh,” said Soaring Eagle, “Well, all you have to do is ask. Would
you like to wash as we did?”
“No,” she replied, sarcastically. “I only asked because I wanted to
hear my own voice.”
The men stood and moved to her. Tall Tree lifted her while
Soaring Eagle removed her clothes. Tall Tree picked her up and
waded into the water until floated freely on her own. He lifted her
head and carefully pressed his lips to hers, feeling her softness and
compliance as she opened her mouth for him. Soaring Eagle took one
tit in each hand, kneading them softly while his thumbs teased her
nipples.
Summer Swan felt the breast react and tighten. She did not even
notice the water temperature as her want began to rise. The tongue in
her mouth sent shivers over her entire body.
“Touch me. Put your hand in me, please.” She did not care who
did it. She wanted to feel with every inch of her being. Her wetness
mingled with the water as Soaring Eagle moved between her legs.
Instead of his hand, he lifted her hips and buried her face in her tangle
of curls, licking her deeply.
She felt her fever rising. He was slow and careful as he replaced
his face with his groin. Tall Tree held her firmly at the shoulders as
Soaring Eagle slide his rock hard cock into her. She turned her head
and saw Tall Tree’s hardness at her face lever. She took it in her hand
and moved it to her lips where she teased it with her tongue before
taking it inside her sucking mouth.
Soaring Eagle began to move deep inside her. She moaned, trying
to lift her hips to meet him. He spoke with passion filled words, “Let
me do it. Just feel.” He squeezed her ass with one hand, supporting
her, while he rubbed her clit with his other. Feel, he said, and feel she
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Her orgasm was like a river of fire moving up her body. She cried
out as he moaned and shot his semen inside her, giving her one more
climax that rocked her again.
She returned her mouth to Tall Tree’s quivering organ. Gently she
ran her tongue around tip, and then raised her head to look at him.
“Carry me to the shore so we can do this right.” She did not have to
suggest it twice. In a fraction of a minute, she was back on land, bent
over the cock that was so hard it was painful. She laughed as he
moaned while her hands squeezed his balls. He could stand it no
longer and pushed her head down. Her mouth enveloped his velvet
penis. One hand caressed his balls while the other slid up and down
his shaft in rhythm with her moving lips. Summer Swan always felt
excitement when she sucked her men. Her pussy was getting wet
again even before Tall Tree moaned and shoved his spewing penis as
deep in her throat as possible.
She lay back between her men. To her, they were always “her
men.” Her wetness and her clit wanted more. “It is your fault, Tall
Tree, for my getting so wet. Feel me. See?” she asked as two hands
met and slid fingers inside her. “Sucking either of you makes me wet
and horny. So, who is going to take care of it?”
“Well,” said Tall Tree, “since it was my fault, I should probably
have to take care of it.” He moved to his knees and spread her legs as
far apart as he could. “What do you want me to do, my darling wifeto-be?”
“Fuck me. Just fuck me.”
“That he cannot do,” said Soaring Eagle as he kissed her lips and
neck, running his tongue down to her breasts where he teased her
nipples and squeezed her orbs, taking her breath away. “We will
explain later. Now, relax and let him do with you as he wishes.”
Before she could question further, her pussy sent out rays of
warmth from the touch of Tall Tree’s fingers inside her canal moving
them until she instinctively tried to raise her body with her legs,
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arm under her hips to lift them. Tall Tree felt her pushing against his
fingers and moved them away, knowing she was ready. He buried his
face in her sex, covering her clit with his mouth. He sucked it, feeling
it grow like a tiny penis, which he nibbled with his teeth until her
scream of pleasure echoed over the plain.
They rested, but all the time touching and caressing. She turned on
her stomach so she could kiss each pair of lips. “I think you need to
tell me whatever was the reason Tall Tree could not fuck me? Do you
have a disease?”
“No,” he laughed. “It is just not my turn.”
“What do you mean your turn?” she asked.
Instead of answering, Soaring Eagle asked her, “Have you thought
you might catch a child from one of us and not know who gave it to
you?”
She shook her head no, feeling sure she could not bear another
child, but said nothing.
He continued. “We have. Even if you do not marry us, that is
something we must consider. So, we decided that between your moon
cycles only one of us can actually have that kind of sex with you, so
we will always know, if you catch a baby, who is the father.”
Summer Swan did not speak and then asked, “How did you decide
who was first? Did you draw straws?”
“No, actually, the twins did the drawing.” Tall Tree said. Land
Hunter and I lost, but next time it is my turn. And woman, you had
better be ready, because I am storing up starting right now.”
She laughed. “Well, we shall see about that.” She bent her body
until she was lying almost on top of him, with her tongue teasing his
cock. He was erect and in her mouth even as she smiled up at him.
“Soaring Eagle, I have a pussy right down there that could use more
fucking, if you are interested.”
He needed no further suggestions as he turned her hips to allow
him inside her once again wetness. They rocked and moved together
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returning to camp. As Tall Tree carried her into her tepee, he said,
“You have not said that you will marry us.”
“I cannot answer you right now. I need some time, but I do love
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Chapter 41
The cold season approached. The temperatures stayed above
normal and what snow fell was good. It brought moisture to the soil
and roots of all things on the plains. During those weeks, Summer
Swan exercised her muscles every day. She knew her torso and upper
muscles were stronger than ever, but her legs did not respond as she
had hoped.
One particularly beautiful sunny day, the sun made its warmth
known for a few hours. It gave everyone in the village an opportunity
to spend time outdoors. The children in particular ran like rabbits,
helter, skelter, and yon, on little legs but with loud voices. Summer
Swan sat on her log watching them when Iron Eyes scurried to her
and took her hand. “Come, Sssswan, run with me?”
“I wish I could, little one. Oh, so much I wish I could,” she
replied. The look of disappointment on his face hurt her, but only
lasted a minute.
“Then, ride horse with me?”
She thought about it, and then stood with her other legs. “I do not
see any reason I cannot ride with your father or uncle to help us.”
However, the child could not find either one of them, so he brought
Little Crane and Speckled Fawn, neither of which understood what he
wanted.
Summer Swan explained, causing Little Crane to whoop and
holler so much the other children joined in without any reason other
than they could. Some of the older boys wandered over and soon her
plan became a reality. The boys built a series of steps from chunks of
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she reached the level of her horse that Speckled Fawn held for her.
Balancing on clutch, she lifted her other leg with one hand and slid it
over the horse. She pushed herself away from the crutch and sat
upright. She now sat on her horse, as she had for years before the
accident.
I watched all the activity with much interest, as I watched over the
village at all times. However, when Summer Swan was involved,  it
was always something unexpected and this was no exception. I had no
hope to see her on a horse again, but there she was. And not only
that, but she had two little boys holding tight to the horse’s mane as
they sat in front of her.
At first, she let the horse simply walk around to the enjoyment of
the crowd, but soon she increased it to a trot. This gave the twins
more reason to shout and giggle. Finally, she stopped the horse to
have the boys lifted off to the ground. She moved the horse to the open
space behind her tepee and letting out a yell, she pushed her mount
into a run. She raced across the snow-covered prairie, laughing as
only a freed prisoner would laugh.
She rode as fast as she could until she felt the horse tiring, so
slowed to a walk. Summer Swan tried to remember a time she had
been so free, but could not. No one or no thing g could suppress this
wonderful feeling, she decided. It was a long way back to the village,
but she did not care nor worry about the time, as for her now was all
that mattered.
The horse indicated a desire to move toward the river, so she gave
him his head knowing he was thirsty. As he drank his fill, she heard
sounds above her in the hills. She moved him out of sight behind a
stretch of bushes and waited, cursing herself for being without a
weapon. Then the strangest thing happened: a man leading a small
horse of some kind came stumbling down the hillside to the edge of
the water.
She could smell him and it was not a pleasant odor. He stunk of
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his water bags and let his horse take its fill before following the river
to the east. His head was covered in a strange shaped hat that hid his
hair, and he wore trousers unlike any she had seen. His skin was dirty
but light colored, much lighter than hers or any of her tribe. As he
passed close to her, she could see the little animal carried animal
skins, piled high and tied tightly to its round body. The pelts seemed
to be where the horrible odor emulated, but the man was just as bad.
She watched him until he was barely more than a spot down the
canyon before she urged her horse in the direction of home.
Summer Swan heard the thunder before she saw it, far off toward
the north. She recognized the sound of a million hooves on the move.
They were far away, but the sound of buffalo is ingrained in every
Indian from child to the dead. Her excitement prodded her into a
speedier return than she had intended, but the buffalo location was
important.
While still some distance from home, she saw a group of horses
heading her way. She knew her men and others were out to find her
before dark. As they pulled up around her, she could see the anger in
Soaring Eagle’s eyes.
“Before you say anything, I know where the buffalo are and if you
scold me, I might just not tell you.” Her words brought laughter to
relieved faces.
Tall Trees moved to her side. “I promise no scolding if you tell
me. I promise.”
She pulled him to her and whispered in his ear, then did the same
with every other man, except Soaring Eagle. Finally, he could not
help but laugh, his anger forgotten in seeing her save and happier than
in many seasons.
On the ride home, she described the strange man she had seen by
the river. Soaring Eagle spoke, “You will not ride alone again. He
might have been dangerous.”
She bit her tongue, not wanting to embarrass him in front of the
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he walked by me, never knowing I was there. Besides, he smelled so
bad I thought my mount might run to get away from him.” Again,
there was much laughter, except from her two men.
They had no doubt that she would be anything but compliant with
them in her sleeping robes this night, and they were right. Soaring
Eagle carried her into her tepee while Tall Tree took care of her horse.
Her stomach growled loudly in response to the wonderful aromas
from the cooking fire. She reached for her crutches as two wild eyed
little men burst inside, both talking at once, telling their father about
their great ride with Summer Swan. She kissed each little head as she
swung upright and using her other legs, moved outside to join the
others for the meal.
She had to tell of her encounter with the strange man again. The
villagers quieted as they thought of what she had seen. Finally, Big
Bull spoke. “I have heard of such men. They go into the highest of
hills and catch beavers, otters, and whatever they can catch in some
sort of strange metal device meant just for trapping them. They kill
the creatures, skin them, and leave the meat on the ground for the
scavengers. I do not know what they do then, but they always go east
when the weather warms and the animals move down again.”
One of the scouts announced quietly. “I saw two of them last
moon when I was looking for the buffalo herd. They seemed to be
going west with two of those strange horses. They did not go into the
high mountains, but followed the big river north of here. My opinion
is that if you see one creature, there are others around somewhere. We
must find out about them and be wary of them until we know what
they want and from where they come.” The crowd murmured in
agreement.
The night turned cold quickly. Summer Swan retreated to her
tepee early, fastening the flap securely behind her. She heard the men
approaching but ignored their knock. They spoke quietly and left for
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It was long before sunrise when she awoke and prepared for the
day. She was so quiet that no one heard her movements until she led
her horse back to her stairs where she could board his back. She had
her weapons with her and tied them to her mount, as she had done
countless times before, but when she could walk. It took a bit longer
now, but she did it.
She patted her horse and whispered, “Good horse. You hold so
still for me. No horse is better than you are. Today you must trust me
and I will trust you. The men will try to make me stay here, but we
know better. We are going on the hunt, even if they will not let us go
with them.”
“No, you will not go with us, Summer Swan.” Soaring Eagle’s
voice was cold and hard. “You will stay here with the other women.
We have many able young men and old ones, too, to guard the
village, but they do not have your abilities to shoot and throw.
Besides, hunting is for men. So, no arguing, do you understand? You
will remain here.”
Summer Swan expected no less. She did not even bother to
answer him. He lifted her down and sat her on her log, leading her
horse away with him. “Fine,” she thought. “If he wants it this way,
then he will have me as compliant and obedient as any wife, for now.
The one thing he and Tall Tree both forget now that they share my
bed is that I am not their wife. As for sharing my bed, well, that is at
an end now, too.”

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Summer Swan stayed on the log where Soaring Eagle had left her.
She hung her head as the hunters left the village, filing in front of her,
one at a time. Most nodded to her, but her two men pretended not to
see her. “Well, this is fine, you self-appointed gods. I will see you
again sooner than you expect,” she told herself.
True to her word, she had the children retrieve her horse and
weapons, including a second quill full as a precaution against running
out. With full water bags and jerky, she mounted her horse and rode
after the hunters. From a high rise, she could see the buffalo herd far
ahead, calmly grazing, and the hunters nearby the stragglers that had
wandered away from the rest.
The hunters were forced to circle to the right, far from the herd, as
the wind had changed. Summer Swan took advantage of that time to
circle to the left, a far distance from the buffalo to keep her scent
away from them. This maneuver placed her near the herd ahead of the
men, giving her time to deliver six well-placed arrows in six large old
males. Each arrow found its mark as her ability to shoot was always
with accuracy.
She knew the hunters focused on the young for their softer meat
and skins, but those she killed would provide meat for jerky, sausage,
and other dried delicacies. These large beasts’ hides would be the next
tepees and other necessities. Summer Swan laughed aloud as she
turned back to the village, leaving the carcasses for the men to find
and return them to camp. She imagined their confusion at the downed
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would figure it out, but that was half the fun of it. So much for
hunting not being a woman’s job.
The hunt was a great success even before they found the six dead
animals at a side of the herd where they did not hunt. The kills were
fresh, leaving only one solution. “Who would have done this and not
stayed to take them home?” asked one of the younger hunters.
Soaring Eagle and Tall Tree looked at one another and Soaring
Eagle answered. “I can think of only one person I know.” His friend
nodded in agreement before bursting into laughter.
“What is so funny? I see nothing funny about this at all. I told her
to stay in the village.”
By then, several other hunters understood and joined the laughter.
Tall Tree said, “Just because you told her to stay in the village, does
that mean she did? Of course not. She might have stayed if you had
asked her to stay, or begged her to stay, but to tell her left her no
choice but to do as she wanted. You should know that by now.
“Besides that, look around here. Do you see any wasted arrows?
No, neither do I. She fired six and killed six. Not one of us could do
better. We must face it, hunting is for some women.”
Back in the village, Summer Swan halted her horse, so she could
reach her other legs and climb to the ground. She asked the children
to return her horse and weapons to where Soaring Eagle had left them
that morning. The children thought this was great fun and swore to
her that they would not tell.
Only Little Crane demanded more information. “Summer Swan,
did you kill a buffalo?” The woman nodded. “Did you kill two
buffalo?” The woman nodded again. “Did you kill more than two?”
Nod. “How many did you kill and how many arrows did you have to
shoot to do it?”
Summer Swan smiled. “I killed six and I shot six times.” Little
Crane let out a whooping yell. She was always proud of what any
woman did, especially her wonderful Summer Swan. “Now, will you
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“I want to go to my tepee and change into my night clothes and go
to bed. If anyone asks, just say I went to bed early. They will ask, I
am sure, but that is the truth, and you need say no more. Besides, I am
tired. It has been a long time since I rode all day, let alone two days in
a row.”
Summer Swan heard the hunters’ return and the knock on her
tepee flap. She mumbled ‘go away,’ and pretended to sleep. When the
footsteps diminished in sound, she sat back up and returned to her
stitching a new dress for Little Crane who was almost as tall now as
she was.
After dark, Summer Swan slipped outside and tapped on the flap
where Speckled Fawn could be heard playing with the babies. Big
Bull was still outside with the men by the campfire, so the women felt
free to talk. “Speckled Fawn, we talked about this once before, but
there are new things involved now and I have an idea. Would you like
to marry again? Or should I ask, would you like to marry two men? I
love you like a sister and want you to be happy, as I want to be.”
Speckled Fawn stared at her as if she was a crazy fox before
starting her sweet giggles. “You want me to marry two men? I would
rather marry you. Now, what is this all about?”
“Maybe I did not ask you the right way. My men both want to
marry me. You know that. They are incredible lovers, far more than
any one woman can handle night after night. So, would you like
lovers, too, that we could share, as they share me? Does this make
sense?”
“No, it does not make sense to me at all,” said Speckled Fawn.
“They are your men and they love you. Neither one has so much as
looked my way, so why would they even want me around?”
Summer Swan realized she had not thought the whole thing
through. She pondered while bouncing the little girl that Speckled
Fawn was raising. “I think I see what you mean. Well, that is about to
change, starting tonight. Get ready for a night you will remember. If
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Otherwise, well… Oh, I have one more question for you. Do you
remember the nights when your husband came home from a hunt? Do
you remember how he could not seem to get enough of you, how he
fucked you all night?”
Speckled Fawn’s face clouded before she replied. “My husband
was born with a crooked leg and seldom hunted. It was painful for
him to ride, and I think that is why he died during that buffalo hunt. I
think he was trying to be the man he wanted to be.”
Summer Swan sat the baby back in its basket and hugged her
friend. “I am sorry to bring up sad memories. I wanted you to
understand the fury of a man’s lust after blood flows in a hunt or
fight. It is a wonderful thing to feel, either as the hunter or the woman
he fucks.”
“Well, if it is so special, perhaps I should try it sometime.”
“Perfect, because that time is tonight. Little Crane will take the
children with her to Sweet Flower’s home. You will have no babies to
worry about. Take her to Sweet Flower’s, then come to my tepee and
you will have a night to remember, I promise. I also promise, if you
want it to stop, it will. Just tell me.”
Speckled Fawn made a bed of sleeping blankets across far wall,
away from Summer Swan’s robes. They made idle chatter until the
knock they expected came gently on the flap. “Yes” was all she said
before the two men entered and headed for Summer Swan. “No, wait.
Look around yourselves and see what is new tonight. Tonight you
will love not only me, but also my friend. Here is where you decide
how you want to do it. Do you want us side-by-side, or apart? Do you
want to take turns with us or at the same time?”
The men looked confused. “Then I shall decide. Speckled Fawn
come here and let them watch you take off your clothes. Are you
afraid? Here, I will help you and then you can help me with mine.”
As Speckled Fawn pulled off her skirt, Tall Tree reached for her
arms and pulled her to him. He gently kissed her cheeks and neck,
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his, he moaned and pulled her shirt over her head. He continued to
kiss her as his hands moved to cup her breast, still full of milk. He felt
the nipples dribble. “Can I?” he asked her. She nodded and felt an
excitement like never before.
Soaring Eagle grinned at his friend before turning to Summer
Swan. His tongue moved into her mouth, slipping around her tongue
in a duel of feeling. He removed his clothes so quickly she laughed,
but the laughter turned to moans as his tongue ran around her neck
and down over her tits. He nibbled and sucked until she cried out for
more.
Tall Tree’s cock jabbed Speckled Fawn’s stomach as he picked
her up and laid her on her bed. “You are beautiful, sweet Speckled
Fawn. I want you. I want to love you. I want to be in you. First, let me
fuck you before I come into the air. That is how much I want you.”
She nodded and spread her legs. She was tense, never expecting what
was happening. It was so quick, but so exciting at the same time. He
was gentle as he slid his hardness into her barely damp pussy. Feeling
her dryness, he pulled out and ran his fingers inside her. She jumped
as he touched her tiny clit. Instantly, her vagina sent its fluid into all
parts of her pussy. He slid in again. This time it was with power and
fullness.
“I am sorry, it is time already.” Tall Tree exploded into her, but
did not roll away as her husband always did. Instead, he took his
nearly hard cock in his hand and began to move it around the inside of
her cunt. He pressed it hard against her clit and rubbed it back and
forth until her body met his movements. He let the cock slip away and
used his thumb to move the growing button in a circle. Speckled
Fawn had never felt anything like this, even when she rubbed it
herself as other women said they did. Her explosion was like a
whirlwind pulling her into its center. She cried out into his mouth as
he covered her face with his lips. When she dropped back down, he
quickly pulled her into his arms and held her close. She was overcome
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Summer Swan held the throbbing cock that Soaring Eagle rubbed
against her stomach. She slid her hand up and down the shaft, loving
the way the skin felt. She pulled him up until she could take his penis
in her mouth and suck it until he moaned. She took it out and wrapped
her tits around it, letting him move in the tightness there. She bent her
head and tongued the end of it each time it came close enough to her
mouth.
Tall Tree, with Speckled Fawn in his arms, watched the other
couple. He let his fingers move around her tits, making the nipple
harden as she began to understand how having two men could be
wonderful.
When Soaring Eagle moved to his knees between her legs, he
lifted them to his waist and pushed inside her wetness. Summer Swan
began to rock as his hot cock touched her everywhere, sometimes
deep, sometimes shallow, but always building her nerves ending until
they could take no more. Her head fell backward, her tits rose up, and
together the pair came long and hard.
They all remained quiet until their breathing leveled off. Summer
Swan smiled at her friend whose face was partially hidden in Tall
Tree’s neck. “Now, how was that for a beginning, Speckled Fawn?”
“That was a beginning? How can there be more?”
Soaring Eagle stood and lifted Summer Swan in his arms. He laid
her beside Speckled Fawn and looked down at the two women.
Summer Swan’s tits were large and round, while Speckled Fawn’s
were pear-shaped with nipples pointing for a mouth to suck them.
Summer Swan was larger with wider hips and incredible curves.
Speckled Fawn was slimmer, almost like a youth but her legs were
long and the thatch between them opened slightly to reveal a clit as
large as a small cock, inviting males to dip their faces into the curls
the minute they saw it.
He reached down to cup both curly junctions. “Summer Swan,
yours is sexy. Speckled Fawn, yours offers your womanhood for
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“I object, my friend,” said Tall Tree. “I want to taste, too. So you
will just have to take turns with me.” That is what they did until the
women cried out, first one and then the other, as they came. Hard
cocks pressed against cheeks, begging for relief. Speckled Fawn did
not know what to do, but quickly figured it out, taking Soaring Eagle
into her mouth. Her fear of him diminished as he moved in and out, as
he caressed her tits until he came, filling her with his semen that she
found tasted good.
It was time for Speckled Fawn to go for her nursing babies, but
she did not want to leave and have this wonderful night end. Summer
Swan smiled and kissed her friend’s cheek. “If I could nurse the
babies, I would and you could stay all night in my place. Bring them
here, feed them, and stay for another short time of sex. Are you glad
you agreed to do this with us?”
After she returned with the children, Summer Swan explained the
problem of catching another baby. “Now, only one man can fuck me,
actually fuck inside me, until I have another moon cycle, then they
can switch. With you here, it can work that way for you, too, if you
want. We much know the parentage of our children because there
must be no thinning of our bloods and to insure purity of our blood
lines.”
The women laid next to one another as their men mounted them
one last time that night. It was slow and exciting for both couples,
especially watching the movements and excitement of the other. As
her wetness flowed down between her ass cheeks, Tall Tree moved
his fingers to the hole below her vagina and gently inserted the little
one until Speckled Fawn cried out. He moved his finger in a circle
until he felt her relax. “This is something we want to try on our
women sometime.”
Speckled Fawn trembled at his words “our women.” Did that
mean he wanted her? After this night, how could she go back to her
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“Before you two take her and the babies home, I think you should
give Speckled Fawn your famous ‘good night’ treat, Soaring Eagle,”
said Summer Swan. “Tall Tree, if you want to try it on me again,
please do.”
Soaring Eagle carried Speckled Fawn back to her blankets. He lay
beside her, resting her head on his shoulder. He separated her legs
only a bit before turning his hand over to rub moved it along the
upper side of her pussy. She enjoyed the touch, but it was nothing
special. Suddenly, a tremor ran through her body as he found the tiny
place that every woman has, but few men can find. He pressed hard
with no movement. Her hips moved to press against his hand that he
now began to move ever so slightly as he increased the pressure until
her cries grew so loud he covered her mouth with his to quiet them.
Never in her lifetime would she be able to describe what she felt.
Only another woman, Summer Swan, could understand.
Tears ran down Speckled Fawn’s cheeks as Summer Swan wiped
them away. Soaring Eagle said nothing, but did kiss her cheek before
helping her rise. She was not sure she had the strength to walk, but
somehow did. Each man picked up a child to carry to the tepee next to
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Summer Swan was already asleep in the short time it took for the
men to return to her tepee. Soaring Eagle dropped to his knees and
began to kiss her until she opened her eyes. “Go away, both of you. I
am too tired for any more and want to sleep.” She tried to push him
away, but he continued his kissing her face before setting his mouth
tight over hers.
She felt the first response from her body and wrapped her arms
around his back to run her fingernails in circles over his taut muscles.
Tall Tree teased her between her thighs, moving them ever so slowly
toward the junction above. Without any conscious effort on her part,
her hips widened to invite his touches. Soon she was fully awake
again and felt her wetness awaiting caresses, which did not come.
“Please, touch me, Tall Tree. Soaring Eagle, bite my nipples.”
Neither man did as bid, but stood to move away from her. She was so
ready by now that she felt desperation to be fucked. “What are you
doing? Why are you stopping?”
“It is time, Summer Swan, to learn that we are men and you are a
woman. You have led us like dogs on ropes panting after a bitch in
heat. You have made all the decisions without so much as a single
question whether or not we liked what you decided. Tonight was an
example. You, and Speckled Fawn who was your toy to entertain us,
chose what we did and we did exactly what you wanted. Did you ever
consider that we might want to choose a woman other than you and
that it might not be someone you wanted?”
Soaring Eagle barely took a breath before Summer Swan
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great deal. I doubt that you would ever have even thought of
expanding our little trio into something much more fun as long as I
opened myself to you, giving you what endless men desire. No, this is
not about the four of us together, it is about my disobeying the orders
of the mighty chief who told me to stay in camp while you hunted.
Your pride hurts because you cannot control me like a child. I am a
woman, as you said, and more woman than either one of you alone
can handle. Maybe more woman than three or four men can handle.
“This is my thanks for giving you another soft body to enjoy, for
thinking you would like to spread another set of legs and slide into
another pussy, for giving you more sex in one night than any man
could hope to have in a lifetime. Well, fear not, my friends. You had
better both pursue other women because this is the last time you will
have me together or alone. If you are lucky, Tall Tree, sweet Speckled
Fawn will accept you because she has loved you since she joined our
tribe.
“Soaring Eagle, your sternness and short temper has frightened
most of the females in the village, expect Sweet Flower who thinks
you are wonderful and has watched you with love as long as I can
remember.
“Now, get out of here, both of you. You are no longer welcome in
my tepee or my bed. If I have wants again, I will teach many young
warriors on how to please women. From this moment to forever, I
will marry no man and I will do whatever the gods want of me.” She
turned her back to them and closed her eyes. Only after they left the
tepee did she allow the tears to overflow her burning eyes.
****
“Well, that worked out fine,” spoke Tall Tree sarcastically. “She
will be so grateful for our love, she will do whatever we want. She
cannot continue to run our lives. She is just a woman!” Soaring Eagle
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watch a stream of young men go in and out of her bed. Will you listen
outside for reminders of what we lost? You are my friend and I
respect you, but this is one time I wish I had argued with you.”
After returning to their own home, they slept out of sexual
exhaustion. Tall Tree awoke with the words of Summer Swan’s tirade
running over and over in his mind. She had been right, to a certain
extent, but she was also wrong. He knew he loved her more than he
loved any woman alive, but she did control them as Soaring Eagle had
said. However, did he care? No, not really, he thought. She had
disobeyed her chief and for that they all three would suffer. Soaring
Eagle expected everyone to respect his position and everyone did,
except that one woman. He decided to talk to Soaring Eagle again.
The two men met at the cooking fire before mounting their horses
for the usual morning hunt for small animals to augment their never
ending diet of buffalo meat. Soaring Eagle started the conversation by
asking, “Do you thinking she was right? That I wanted to punish her
for her disobedience?”
Tall Tree said, “I think she was right, yes. Also, that she should
have heeded your words, but when as she ever done so? We have
talked many times about her and her abilities that set her above all
other women in our tribe, and the men, too. We agreed that the gods
tell her things we will never know. They teach her to use her
medicines to save lives. They tell her of things to come, like the
weather. She seems to know when we are in danger and when it is
safe, like those wolves. Do these things make her more than just a
woman? Do you know any other woman who can do those things?
Besides that, have you ever wanted to fuck any woman the way you
want her? I know I have not, but if she refuses us, I will have to find
another body to lay with me. I am too young to let my cock wither
forever, and I would like more children.”
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Summer Swan did not go to the cooking fire until she saw the men
leave. She slept badly and not ready to face them yet. She needed to
talk to Man of Horses and his gods to find her future. She took a piece
of jerky, checked the fires for drying and preserving the buffalo
recently killed, then asked the children to retrieve her horse. She
carefully mounted it, dropping her crutches where she could easily
retrieve them.
She arrived at the burial platforms and remained on her horse,
hoping the gods and Man of Horses could hear her. She began to
speak to him, telling him everything she had said and done. She
closed her eyes and waited, clearing her mind of everything but her
memory of the old man’s face. She began chanting softly as she
looked into his eyes, but quieted when his words came softly to her
ears. For a long time, she listened, until the face faded back into her
memories. She turned her horse and slowly turned to the village.
She was almost there when she noticed smoke, too much smoke,
coming from the tepee shared by Big Bull and Speckled Fawn. She
urged her horse into a full run, waving and yelling at the people, who
waved and yelled back. They thought she was just racing her horse as
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Summer Swan reached the flap of the tepee next to her own,
seeing billows of smoke pouring out around the edges. She slid from
her horse, never thinking of her useless legs, and crumpled to the
ground. The cries of the babies inside reached somewhere deep inside
her, forcing her to pull herself up by leaning on the patient horse.
With no thought, she began to move to the flap, pulling it aside. She
coughed as she breathed the foul air. She followed the thinning cries
of the children until she reached them. She picked them up, holding
them against her chest as she carried them to safety.
The other smell she recognized and hated. It was the odor of a
burning body. She set the children on the ground and rushed back
inside. Enough of the smoke had thinned giving her a hazy view of
Big Bull as he lay across the warming fire. She pulled his legs toward
the flap, dragging him outside. She sank to the ground by his body,
oblivious to her burned hands. He was dead, burned beyond
recognition.
Several people came running. The smoke from the buffalo fires
overwhelmed that of the tepee burning for those away from the tent,
which was much of the tribe. Speckled Fawn ran, screaming and
crying toward where Summer Swan sat, now holding the children.
Speckled Fawn dropped to the ground beside her friend and took her
son into her arms, leaving the orphan girl in Summer Swan’s arms
until another woman took her.
Only then did they see her burned arms, feet, and clothing. Her
singed hair smelled of burning feathers. Only Little Crane had the
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Men came with water bags that they threw over the sides of Summer
Swan’s home, to save it from spreading embers.
The twins ran as fast as their little legs would let them, reaching
Summer Swan. They began hugging her wherever they could reach,
causing her much pain, but she said not a word. They needed to know
she was all right and she needed to feel their love. They also babbled
about seeing her walking, which all ignored until Little Crane finally
listened as she applied salve to the burns.
“Stop talking so fast,” she said. “Now tell me again what you
saw.” Out of their jabbing, she repeated what she heard. “Summer
Swan ran into the tepee. She carried babies out first. She dragged Big
Bull out.” She nodded at the corpse, now covered by a buffalo skin, to
stop its burning and to hide the ugliness of his death.
The people looked at Summer Swan who sat without speaking.
They waited for her to confirm or deny what the boys repeated again
and again. Sweet Flower limped to Summer Swan’s side and offered
her a bowl filled with an herbal mixture she knew would lessen the
woman’s painful burns. Summer Swan smiled and drank it while
Little Crane forced the twins to move to the log where so many of the
villagers sat at one time or another, enjoying the company of the dead
man or their medicine woman. No one would ever know why he died,
except Summer Swan who knew that his heart had stopped and he fell
into the fire.
Two warriors lifted her up to her feet and carefully guided her to
her sleeping robes, carrying her, because of her badly burned feet.
Sweet Flower and Little Crane helped her remove her burnt clothing,
again applying salves. The two exchanged glances that spoke
volumes, the skin on the bottom of her feet were black crusts from
walking on the fallen buffalo skins that still burned on the ground as
she rescued the children and the body of the old man. Could the gods
be so cruel to let her walk, only to take that away minutes later by
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Yes, they were so cruel, but kind enough to allow Summer Swan
to sleep with the help of Sweet Flowers medication. “Little Crane, we
must find more of this root and a lot of it, too. Her pain will be
unbearable when she awakens, so we must keep that from happening.
Peyote, too, if we can find it, will make her drunk as it does the men,
also easing her pain, but also giving her visions. We must ask Soaring
Eagle to send men south into the deserts to bring it back, because that
cactus does not grow here.”
“We can put her feet in rags soaked in buffalo oil,” said Little
Crane. “That is what she did to me one time when I stepped on a
burning log.” This they did. They dribbled more of the root tea
between her lips. “I will go now, Sweet Flower, to hunt for more
herbs. I will bring back anything I can find. I will take the other
children with me and they can help me find what we need.”
She and a dozen older children, followed by a pair of little boys,
spread out onto the prairie. She ran from one to another when called
to identify something that might be worth saving. This scene greeted
the hunters as they drew close to the village.
They raced toward the children. Tall Tree picked his daughter out
of the crowd and dropped to the ground from his horse beside her.
“What are you doing, Little Crane?”
“Oh, father, something horrible happened. Big Bull fell in his fire
and the tepee caught fire. Summer Swan ran in, got the babies out
first, and then dragged his body out. Her feet are burned black like a
smoldering log drying a buffalo skin. It is ugly and smells worse.”
Soaring Eagle rode up with his sons in front of him. “I have been
trying to figure out what they are telling me, but it makes no sense.
They are saying something about Summer Swan running.”
Little Crane repeated her story, crying this time, in her father’s
arms. She ended her narrative with “Sweet Flower says you must send
some men south to the deserts to find Peyote because Summer Swan’s
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Soaring Eagle set his sons back on the ground, and Little Crane
returned to the others to continue their search. Both men raced their
horses as fast as they could run to the tepee where Summer Swan lay
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The crowd outside parted silently as the hunters entered. Even
before they lifted the flap, they smelled the odor of burnt flesh. Sweet
Flower looked up at them from where she brushed the singed hair
from Summer Swan’s forehead. Speckled Fawn sat on nearby with
the two babies asleep at her side. She did not meet their gaze,
somehow afraid she was the cause of it all because of the night
before, but she would not leave the side of this woman she loved.
Tall Tree closed down the emotions he felt. To let them go would
create a fury that would lead to killing, himself or someone else.
Instead, he dropped to the ground beside Speckled Fawn and took her
hand. They sat motionless that way until the babes cried for food
hours later.
Soaring Eagle took everything in with a single glance. His eyes
filled with tears as he knelt beside Sweet Flower who sat at the side of
the comatose woman. He bent to kiss Summer Swan’s closed eyes
and lips. The pain welled up like a flood inside him. He bowed his
head and cried in an anguish that sounded non-human. Sweet Flower
pulled his head to her breast and held him as she would a child. He
clung to her in the same manner, soaking her clothes with his tears.
“I did this,” Soaring Eagle said when he finally raised his head. “I
let my desire to punish her for ignoring my order overwhelm my
common sense and that is the cause of her condition.” He tried to rise,
but Sweet Flower held him back.
“No one caused this. Listen to me, Soaring Eagle.” She explained
for both men exactly as things happened as best anyone knew.
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the strength to walk, then to run, to save the children. She should not
have gone back for Big Bull, but she did. She did not know he was
already dead and she would not let him die if she could help it. That is
our Summer Swan. Now, you need to find peyote for her.”
Instead of sending men in search of the cactus, Soaring Eagle and
Tall Tree left the village within minutes, not to return for five times of
the sun. They carried not only bags of the drug, but also two live
plants each in skins hung from the sides of their horses, which they
directed the children to plant in containers which could be moved
inside if need be.
Summer Swan regained consciousness twice before Sweet Flower
dosed her again to make her sleep again. She told the returned men, “I
do not like to do this. I do not know how much to give her or how
long she can take it. It might be too much. I might even kill her.”
Soaring Eagle nodded his understanding. “We have talked about
that and decided she should die before having to suffer so much pain.
We did talk to a medicine man in a desert tribe who gave us advice on
how to use the peyote to help her, but warned us again of the dreams
visions she might see. We decided on the way home that she already
has visions, so maybe it would be a good thing. We will discuss it at
our council tonight and all can speak.”
He sat beside Sweet Flower again, comfortable with her presence.
He could see many of the burns were better, some already healed
over, but those on her feet remained the same. A few days later, an
excited Sweet Flower knocked on his tepee flap in the night to tell
him there was finally some improvement. He took her hand and led
her to his sleeping robe where he kissed her soft lips and felt her
response. In his heart, he knew if Summer Swan lived, she would
never bed with him again, as she threatened, and that she would be
glad for him and Sweet Flower.
Sweet Flower had been with a man only twice before, so she was
nearly virginal, but eager. He gently caressed her as he removed her
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quietly under him. Her tightness was so exciting to him that he had
trouble holding back until she cried out. They exploded together, her
breathing jagged and deep.
“Did I hurt you, Sweet Flower?”
“No, it was wonderful. I did not know it could be so … so …” He
kissed her again, placing her hand on his sticky cock and moving it up
and down until she understood what he wanted. He moved his fingers
into her pussy, teasing her clit until she begged him for more. Their
first joining was good, but the ones later were even better. Soaring
Eagle did not find the wild excitement with Sweet Flower as he had
with Summer Swan, but he found her calmness and loving
acquiescence a pleasure. That special place inside her womanhood he
left untouched. It had been for She Who Smiles and Summer Swan,
but somehow not for Sweet Flower.
In the darkest time of night, Soaring Eagle crept out of his tepee
and quietly entered Summer Swan’s home. Speckled Fawn was asleep
on a robe near her friend. In the glow of the firelight, he could see the
face of the woman who would be is true lover forever. He touched her
cheek and sat beside her, kissing her gently. When he looked at her
face again, her eyes were open. She did not speak, but moved her lips
slightly under his before her eyes closed again.
He suddenly felt guilt at his fucking of Sweet Flower when
Summer Swan lay here, in pain, even dying, before remembering her
angry words when last she spoke to him. It had been Summer Swan
who suggested their mating. Perhaps it was permission as well. He
fell asleep with his head next to hers.
The babies crying woke him. He watched Speckled Fawn put one
to each of her swollen tits. It reminded him of Summer Swan and the
butting heads of his twins as they drained her milk into their greedy
little mouths. He shook away the picture, nodded to the woman, and
moved to unwrap the burned feet. Seeing them was worse than seeing
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The cracked, blackened skin had fallen away, taking with it layers
of her feet. They looked as small as those of little children, only red
and wrinkled as if they had been in water for moons. There were
pockets of infection that even he knew must be burned away to keep
them from spreading until they killed her. At that moment, he decided
he must be the one to burn them. He had been the cause of so much of
her pain in the past; he must be the only one to cause her pain in the
future.
He told Speckled Fawn of his plan. She cried but agreed to help.
She left to locate Tall Tree who entered with her and Sweet Flower as
well. Sweet Flower looked timid and wept softly. He rose and
enveloped her in his arms, kissing away her tears. He then explained
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They prepared a bed for Summer Swan outside where the light
was best to see her feet and gently moved her onto it. The children
brought wood and a fire soon flared near her, close enough for
Soaring Eagle to reach it as he sat on his haunches at her feet. He
ordered dried peyote boiled and cooled enough for her to swallow as
Sweet Flower poured it into her mouth, forcing her lips closed so she
swallowed. He ordered the villagers away and had robes hung around
to protect her from watchers.
All was ready. Tall Tree sat on his knees with his hands on
Summer Swan’s shoulders to hold her down should she move in her
unconsciousness. Her two women friends held her hands for the same
reason. Soaring Eagle heated his sharpened knife blade in the fire
until he felt its warmth in his hand. His hand was steady as he
beseeched the gods above for help. The first cut into the ghastly flesh
brought a cry of agony from her lips, followed by a sagging of her
body indicating she no longer felt anything. He worked as quickly as
he could, making sure he cut out every last sign of the green before he
dropped his knife and pressed soft pieces of peyote into each wound
before letting Speckled Fawn wrap them again. He moved away into
the prairie where he bent and vomited until his chest and throat
contracted in pain.
They carried Summer Swan, still on her robes, to a shady spot
under an evergreen tree and wrapped her tightly against the chilly
wind. Little Crane had insisted on this, reminding them that Summer
Swan often took her patients outside, saying the clean air was good
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Swan back outside and return her to her tepee during the nights. The
child moved her own sleeping blankets to the invalid’s tepee and
stayed near her day and night. Each day she helped Sweet Flower
remove the bandages and replace the peyote when it shriveled into
uselessness.
Tall Tree looked down at the face he loved as he sat with his
daughter one evening. “Little Crane, there is something I need to ask
you.” The young woman, no longer a child, nodded. “Summer Swan
banished me from her life forever, your uncle and I both. I am not a
young man any longer, but I would still like to have more children.
Would you care if I took a wife?”
“I would care if you took a wife unless it is Speckled Fawn.
Summer Swan picked her for you and Sweet Flower for uncle a long
time ago. Sometimes I wonder if she knew it would all come to this.
She does see things we do not, you know.”
“Yes, I do know. Yes, I want to marry Speckled Fawn. If you plan
to stay here with Summer Swan, I will not need to build another
tepee, at least not for now.” He arose, and then bent to kiss the lips of
the woman who ruled their lives even from wherever she lived now.
Tall Tree found Speckled Fawn helping with the night meal and in
front of everyone there, he lifted her head and kissed her lips. She
smiled shyly and nodded. He took her hand and led her to his tepee.
He heard the laughter and joking but cared not. He tied the flap and
they undressed one another with kisses and touches. They teased
nipples and genitals until their excitement grew to an almost savage
joining, much like the first time in Summer Swan’s tent some time
past. They did not think of that past time, only of the present and the
future as they enjoyed each other all through the night.
****
Summer Swan drifted in and out of consciousness, but never
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enjoyed her times outside where she could hear the voices of the
villagers, especially the children.
Her pain diminished as her burns healed. Her caregivers lessened
the amount of peyote she drank and they gave her, which was good.
She liked the visions that came to her during those times when the
liquid brought them, but her medical knowledge warned her that she
might become dependent on it, which she did not want to happen.
This night she clearly understood what Tall Tree and Little Crane
had discussed and she smiled inwardly. When he left and Little Crane
settled down for the night, Summer Swan softly called out the name
of the young woman she so loved. Little Crane was at her side so
quickly it as if no time passed. “Summer Swan, oh Summer Swan.
Can you hear me?”
The woman nodded and whispered, “Yes, but we must be quiet.
This is between us only. No one else must know for a while. Come
close, as it is hard for me to talk.” Little Crane lay besides her
hugging her as close as possible. “I want you to convince your father
and uncle that you know the words to marry them, that I taught them
to you, and that you will perform the ceremonies. I will teach the
words to you and many other things, so that you will be the shaman
and medicine woman. From the peyote, a tiny bit, you will learn to
have visions as I do until you can hear the gods without it. Each night
we will talk until one of your visions tells you it is time to marry the
two couples. Now, my sweet child, listen to my words in your sleep
and you will learn much.”
Each night whispered her knowledge into the ears of the sleeping
Little Crane. Every morning, the girl would remember things she had
not known before. Her new knowledge both excited and frightened
her, but whatever Summer Swan wanted, she would do.
Summer Swan bade her to go onto the prairie and seek a particular
root found only after the plant died and that she should dig in the
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find she knew exactly what it looked like. “What will I say if asked
how I know about it?”
“Ah,” whispered Summer Swan, “I have been waiting for you to
ask that. You will say that it came to you in a vision, which it did.
You saw the vision in the night as I told you about it. My description
alone could not have given you the knowledge. The gods gave you a
picture in you mind. Go now, someone is coming.”
Her visitors were not a surprise. She wondered when they would
come, not if they would come. The two men stood above her, looking
down at her for a long time. Finally, they sat on their haunches beside
her. Tall Tree took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Summer
Swan, I wish you could hear me. There are so many things to tell you,
but most important is that we have taken your advice and plan to
marry Speckled Fawn and Sweet Flower. Little Crane says that you
taught her the ceremony. We are here to beg your blessing.”
Soaring Eagle bent to kiss her soft lips. “You are in our hearts.
Marrying will not make our love for you any less. Tomorrow we will
take wives, but you are our wife forever.”
Tall Tree jumped up. “I felt her. She squeezed my hand. She
understands! Here, take her hand and see if she does it again.” The
look on Soaring Eagle’s face was answer enough. He kissed her
again, hoping for some response there but felt none. The hand
movement was proof enough to both of them that she heard and
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The sun was bright on the blanket of soft snow that fell the night
before. Each bride wore a new deerskin dress she had made and each
groom wore shirt and trousers made by his friends for the occasion.
Clothes served many purposes, as these became burial shrouds,
hopefully many years later. The celebrants never considered that
when joining in front of the young woman who wore Summer Swan’s
special clothing, nor did they think how different this was from the
first times they wed when families played important parts in
marriages. The deaths in their pasts left no family to participate, so
they accepted what Little Crane did and said.
She spoke following instructions exactly as she learned, ending
with a special wedding prayer that started the two days of celebration.
Now you will feel no rain,
For each of you will be shelter to the other.
Now you will feel no cold,
For each of you will be warmth to the other.
Now there is no more loneliness,
For each of you will be companion to the other.
Now you are two bodies,
But there is only one life before you.
Go now to your dwelling place
To enter into the days of your togetherness
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Summer Swan smiled as she listened to the young woman join her
two men to two other women, both women she loved like sisters. She
sat upright, legs crossed at the knees, and planned her own
resurrection.
She waited until the prairie turned green and her friends were both
large with child. Her happiness for them was real. Jealousy was not
part of her fiber, but sex was. Her body ached at night for the feel of a
man, for the jabbing of a hard cock, for the waves of heat that rolled
through her body. It was time for her to rejoin the tribe.
After all, Little Crane had become a woman and needed to be a
celebration that time of her life. Summer Swan thought of the young
men who would chase Little Crane to their marriage bed and worried
the man she chose would be as inadequate as her first husband had
been.
She made her first appearance outside on crutches that had been a
daily practice in her tepee was the scouts searched for buffalo. She
could walk using only ‘her second legs,’ never putting her feet on the
ground. This she did one morning, swinging herself unannounced to
the morning breakfast fire as Little Crane walked beside her.
The uproar was loud enough to cause a buffalo stampede, had
there been any buffalo nearby. As I know of Summer Swan, I expected
something like this. She would never stay forever in her tepee. She
was so full of life that she must return to her people, giving them love
and care as long as she could.
And that love meant physical love as well as spiritual. She and
Little Crane discussed those needs as only a virginal child and an
experienced woman could. No question or answer was too personal
or when unanswered between the two who were as close as any
mother and daughter.
“Summer Swan, I want a man to love me like my father and uncle
love you. I want to cry out in the night as their wives do. Oh, I know,
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how can one ignore the joy in them. I am afraid I might never know
that joy.”
“At one time, we had a plan to make sure that no bride would ever
miss that special part of loving. We, I mean your father and uncle and
I. Perhaps there is still a way for that to happen. Please ask them, and
their wives, to come to my tepee tonight. I would rather you stay
away this time. I will explain to you what might happen, but until
then, you must wait.”
Both of her friends sat beside her on her sleeping robes and she
held a hand on each side of her. The men sat on the floor in front of
them. Summer Swan took a deep breath and related her conversation
with Little Crane to them before explaining the plan she and the two
men had devised years ago to teach the young men how to satisfy a
woman.
Sweet Flower spoke first. “Oh, by the gods, I could never do that.
I love you all, but to let others watch and learn on my body. I am
sorry, I cannot do that.”
“Sweet Flower, no one expects you to, unless you would like to.
Least of all, me. Soaring Eagle either, for that matter. You are his
alone and that is as it should be. The same with you, Speckled Fawn.
It is your decision alone and Tall Tree would never force you to do so.
“It was a plan that involved only me as the woman teaching the
young men. I never tired of your husbands joining with me together,
but I know that I can take even more at a time. There is no end, I
think, to my need for men. I will not love the young men, only use
them to give me pleasure until they learn how to give their wives the
pleasure I demand. Do you understand? And you two,” she looked at
the men, “are you still interested in this arrangement as you were a
long time ago?
“I am not young and beautiful anymore and my body is scarred
and burned, but the parts that men want all work fine. It will not hurt
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want you to. I understand things are not as they were. Only my body
inside is the same and I still have those needs.
“Talk about it and let me know your decision soon. There is a
particularly good looking young man from our new tribe that shows
an interest in me.” She laughed and the others joined her.
Much to her surprise, the women joined her outside her tepee
early the next morning. They each hugged her and smiled. “We all
talked about it last night, both as two couples and separately,” said
Sweet Flower quietly. “We all agreed that it is something the three of
you should do together. Our men love us, we know, but they love you
too.”
Speckled Fawn giggled. “Tall Tree got hard just talking about it.
Thanks to you, I got one great fuck last night. I think maybe at
another time, I would like to do it, too, but not until I have a dozen
kids first. I remember watching the night we spent together and it was
exciting. Could I watch again?”
Summer Swan, Little Crane, and her two friends made boots of
white doeskin to cover her feet. At the night fire, Soaring Eagle
explained the plan, followed by gasps of surprise and shouts from
volunteers. Little Crane smiled as her father selected two young men
for the first night. One was her choice as husband. She whispered to
Summer Swan, “Teach him everything. I want to scream like you do.”
Summer Swan smiled and swatted her arm.
If ever a learning class existed like this one, it is beyond my
knowledge, but then trees have little opportunity to communicate with
one another. I can swear that the noises that came from her tent on
the nights that Summer Swan taught were delightful to hear. No one
went to bed early except the children. This was too much fun to miss,
even for those not participating. Inside the tepee, the scene was
designed to drive any man crazy, and satisfy one sexual woman.
Summer Swan wore her white slippers and wrapped herself in a
white robe that made her dark skin glow in the soft light of the fire as
she sat on her sleeping robes. Both Soaring Eagle and Tall Tree

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undressed and felt the flame of lust for her that they always had. It
was like returning home where only they lived. The two young men
were also naked, but sitting across the tepee where they would watch
until summoned to join the other three.
Tall Tree moved her robe to expose her swollen breasts. The very
thought of what was to come had already excited Summer Swan. Her
body reminded her how long it had been since a man touched her. He
began by nibbling on her nipples as Soaring Eagle took her face
between his hands and kissed her on the eyes, the forehead, the
cheeks, and finally her mouth.
The feel of his tongue in her mouth sharpened her senses, making
her tongue touch his as she sucked it deep into her throat causing him
to moan his pleasure. Her hands moved down his back, caressing the
muscles, making her shiver with delight. She cupped his buttock and
squeezed. In the distance came a low groan from a man watching as
he closed his eyes and imagine his butt was the one being squeezed.
Tall Tree began to lick his way down her body from her hard
nipples to her taut stomach. He spread her legs and forced his breath
to enter her, something he knew she liked. Her hips moved to meet his
as he opened her lips and touched inside her with his tongue.
She cried out into Soaring Eagle’s open mouth. He moved his lips
to her tits and pushed his throbbing cock into her open mouth. The
rhythm of her sucking and hip movement made one to the young men
climax into his own hand. The man felt shame but could not stop
watching and soon felt himself harden again.
Summer Swan lost track of everything but the hands, cocks, and
mouths that worshipped her body. She moaned her climaxes,
demanding more. She felt her body rolled over and her knees pushed
under her to support her ass into the air. One cock exploded in her
mouth as another pushed into her from behind and exploded. Her two
men were temporarily done.
Soaring Eagle beckoned the two young men to her side. She
smiled up at them as she rolled over onto her back again. “Show me

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your cocks,” she said. “Ah, yes, nice. Would you like me to touch
them?” She curled a hand around each, enjoying the smooth hardness
and pulsating excitement she felt in the throbbing organs. One was
long and thin, the other shorter and fatter. She continued to stroke
them until she felt they were close to coming and then she stopped.
“Did you watch the men and what they did to me? Now, you two
do the same. Only this time, you will do everything and I will do
nothing. I want you to pretend it is your first time with a woman. Let
us think of her as your new bride, she is a virgin bride and you must
make her feel desires she does not even know she has. Now, show me
how you would make love to her.”
She pulled the white robe over her body again. “You first,” she
pointed at the eager one with the long, thin cock. He pulled the robe
slowly from her body. He dropped to his knees beside the bed and
began to kiss her. He did not know how to kiss until she pushed her
tongue into his mouth. She heard is reaction and felt his in her mouth.
She teased it, running her tongue around his in circles as she sucked
it. “Stop. It is not time for you to come yet. Go on.” He pulled away
from her mouth reluctantly, but soon became so engrossed in her tits
that he forgot his immediate desire to climax.
He teased her nipples with his tongue and teeth and squeezed her
tits. He rubbed them against his chest, which she liked and moaned
her pleasure. That excited him so much he climaxed on her stomach.
When he held hung his head in despair, she took his cock in her hand
and moved it to her mouth. He groaned as she suckled him, making
his penis move again.
She gently kissed the end of it as she pushed him away. “That was
a good start. In a few minutes, you will be ready for your second
lesson. Now, you.” She motioned to the shorter, thicker rod pointing
at her face. He did much the same as the man before him, but he
managed to hold off coming until he had kissed his way to down
across her stomach.

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Tall Tree moved to lie down beside her. He kissed her and rubbed
his cock against her body. This time, he moved between her open legs
and moved his hands inside her. He spoke, “Inside your woman you
must find the small spot where her sex feelings are centered. It is like
a tiny rock but if you do it right, it will grow into a small boulder. I
think of it as a little penis. It likes teasing just as your own penis does.
You will know when you have found it because she will react. Some
women like it pinched, some like it rubbed softly, and some like it
rubbed hard. Whatever way she likes it, her pussy will tighten and her
wetness will flow. It is that wetness that you must make before you
try to fuck her. Otherwise, it will be painful for her and she will not
want it again.
“The first time you enter her canal, it will be covered with a thin
skin that you must break with your cock. Some women find it painful,
some not so bad. Either way, if you have done your job of getting her
ready, she will forget the pain and focus only on the pleasures. It is a
good idea to make her come or close to coming before you push into
her. You will know when she is ready. If you are blessed with a
woman like this one, her body will guide your way into her. See how
she wraps her legs around my back. I know she wants me, as deep
inside her as I can go, or around my hips or thighs is fine, too. Oh, by
the god, I cannot wait any longer.” They others watched as the couple
moved together. Summer Swan lifted her hips high to meet him and
together they cried out their completion.
Soaring Eagle moved to take Summer Swan in his arms as his
friend moved away, exhausted. “She is very tired now. She wants to
sleep, but I am not ready for her to leave me yet. See, my cock is hard
and wants more of her. I will make her want me again if I can just
make her open her legs to me.” He nuzzled her neck and licked her
tits until she relaxed enough for him to slide a hand inside her
dripping pussy. “Now you know how to find her sex button. Here is
another way to give her the pleasures she needs. Spread her wide
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tongue.” He demonstrated until an exhausted Summer Swan began to
move under him. She arched to open herself more fully to him and
cried out her final climax. He slid his cock into her and rutted like a
bull buffalo until he buckled onto her body.
Tall Tree took a cloth and water and began to wash her body.
Fluids ran everywhere, both hers and from the four men. He washed
himself and offered the water to Soaring Eagle who in turn cleaned
himself. “I am not giving it to you young men. I want you to smell the
sex on you. We are going to nap a few minutes until Summer Swan is
ready to finish your lesson. You will never mention to anyone what
we did here tonight. You may want to fuck her again or imagine you
love her, but she will never oblige you. Remember what you learned
and you will have a happy wife. A happy wife will cry out under you
in the night and will bear many more children that an unhappy one.”
The young men left the tepee that night having learned to find the
little rock and make it a boulder, but not how to suckle it. Summer
Swan said that was for them to learn with their wives. They fell in
their sleeping robes unable to even think of sex. By morning, they felt
it just might be time to take a wife.
Tall Tree and Soaring Eagle returned to their wives and felt desire
once again, this time to give pleasure to the women they married.
After a night with Summer Swan, it seemed so peaceful to make love
to a sweet, docile female. However, to their dying days, sex meant
Summer Swan. Love meant Summer Swan. Summer Swan and no
other.
The years for these Indians were short, compared to mine. Before
their passing, Sweet Flower died in childbirth, as feared. Soaring
Eagle grieved for her for many moons before returning to Summer
Swan, who refused to the end to marry him. She taught young men the
art of sex until her juices dried for all but Soaring Eagle and it was
good.

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Little Crane married the brave who learned to please her from his
night with Summer Swan, which gladdened her, aware that she might
have been in a flat marriage but for her loving friend, and she bore
him six sons and three daughters.
Tall Tree died in a buffalo hunt in his 40th year. He was an old
man by then, still loving two women. Speckled Fawn’s children cared
for her until she died of loneliness for the man she loved.
Now you know the Legend of Summer Swan. Pass it on to your
children and their children. There will never her another like her. As
Sweet Flower once told Soaring Eagle, “That is our Summer Swan.”

THE END
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