head negatively at him.
“No clean, no eat,” he warned. “All Indians
do their share; we have no lazy people in my village. When you live
with Apaches, you get strong hands, not weak ones.”
Melissa faced him,
forgetting the queasiness from the smell of blood. “I don’t want to
live with your people.... or you.” When his words sank in, her jaw
slacked. Slave? Did he say slave? Putting her hands on her hips, she stood,
stretching her five-foot-three-inch frame as tall as she
66
could. “I won’t be your slave! You are
without a doubt the most intolerable male I have ever met! Who do
you think you are taking me from my family? What rights have you
to--?”
“Do my ears hear correctly?” He threw the
bloody thing at her feet. “No more foolish words. Hold tongue, obey
orders… woman!”
“What!?” Now he had gone too far. She took a
deep breath to control her irregular heart beat, never so mad in
her life. “How dare you?” Her whole body shook with anger. “Why
don’t you just beat me?” She dared him by pointing her quivering,
upturned chin at him. “Get it over with. You know you can. I’m no
match for such a big, strong man.”
She didn’t miss the flicker of annoyance in
his eyes as he descended on her. His chest heaved and the tiny blue
vein in his neck pulsated with frustration. She lost her bravado
and began to move back. She had pushed him too far, but so what?
Should she thank him for stealing her away? Her stomach knotted not
liking the smoldering look in his eyes; they were searing through
to her very soul. His face held no emotion as the muscles in his
jaw grew taut. She let out a loud shriek and turned to run but her
feet came off the ground and she was running in the air.
Melissa kicked and struggled, losing the
blanket. He had one arm around her waist and the other around her
chest. Her body went rigid with fear and pleasure; she was no match
for his strength. With lightning speed, he carried her over to a
large rock and sat down, flipping her over his knees before she
realized what had happened. His hand came down hard on her bare
bottom with a force that caused such pain it took her breath away;
again and again until her derriere stung, an she wouldn’t be
surprised if her bottom was as red as her sunburned face. He gave
her five good whacks and she believed she wouldn’t be able to sit
for a week. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pounded her fists
into his hard thigh. Then quickly, he stopped and turned her over
and held her.
Indeed, Blue Thunder wanted to strangle her
pretty white neck. No one had ever talked to him this way before or
insulted him like this handful of a woman. If he took that delicate
neck in his hands, he would surely snap it in two. Beat her into
submission? No, he wanted to kiss her more. If she talked like this
in his village, in front of his people, he’d lose face. Maybe he’d
have to beat her. He was glad she didn’t insist on where he had
gotten the blanket. How could he
67
explain to her that when he went to search
for food, he found a dead prospector and a lame horse? The only
thing of value was the blanket, so he killed the injured animal and
took the woven saddle blanket.
“Sorry, little one. It will be easier if you
do not fight me on everything. Know you will never be returned to
your people.” He kissed her wet cheeks. “You do not know what you
do to me. My blood run hot for you, yet you shame me with an evil
tongue. You will be number one
slave in my dwelling. It is an honor any
Indian woman would love to have. In my village, I lose face if you
dishonor my words; then you must be disciplined. Not like this, but
whipped in front of my people. I not want this; I am no woman
beater. But I am also under tribal law.” He did not tell her that
young wives and maidens did only light work, the heavy tasks being
performed by the older women.
He held the trembling girl in his arms,
feeling his beating heart had just been torn from
“No clean, no eat,” he warned. “All Indians
do their share; we have no lazy people in my village. When you live
with Apaches, you get strong hands, not weak ones.”
Melissa faced him,
forgetting the queasiness from the smell of blood. “I don’t want to
live with your people.... or you.” When his words sank in, her jaw
slacked. Slave? Did he say slave? Putting her hands on her hips, she stood,
stretching her five-foot-three-inch frame as tall as she
66
could. “I won’t be your slave! You are
without a doubt the most intolerable male I have ever met! Who do
you think you are taking me from my family? What rights have you
to--?”
“Do my ears hear correctly?” He threw the
bloody thing at her feet. “No more foolish words. Hold tongue, obey
orders… woman!”
“What!?” Now he had gone too far. She took a
deep breath to control her irregular heart beat, never so mad in
her life. “How dare you?” Her whole body shook with anger. “Why
don’t you just beat me?” She dared him by pointing her quivering,
upturned chin at him. “Get it over with. You know you can. I’m no
match for such a big, strong man.”
She didn’t miss the flicker of annoyance in
his eyes as he descended on her. His chest heaved and the tiny blue
vein in his neck pulsated with frustration. She lost her bravado
and began to move back. She had pushed him too far, but so what?
Should she thank him for stealing her away? Her stomach knotted not
liking the smoldering look in his eyes; they were searing through
to her very soul. His face held no emotion as the muscles in his
jaw grew taut. She let out a loud shriek and turned to run but her
feet came off the ground and she was running in the air.
Melissa kicked and struggled, losing the
blanket. He had one arm around her waist and the other around her
chest. Her body went rigid with fear and pleasure; she was no match
for his strength. With lightning speed, he carried her over to a
large rock and sat down, flipping her over his knees before she
realized what had happened. His hand came down hard on her bare
bottom with a force that caused such pain it took her breath away;
again and again until her derriere stung, an she wouldn’t be
surprised if her bottom was as red as her sunburned face. He gave
her five good whacks and she believed she wouldn’t be able to sit
for a week. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she pounded her fists
into his hard thigh. Then quickly, he stopped and turned her over
and held her.
Indeed, Blue Thunder wanted to strangle her
pretty white neck. No one had ever talked to him this way before or
insulted him like this handful of a woman. If he took that delicate
neck in his hands, he would surely snap it in two. Beat her into
submission? No, he wanted to kiss her more. If she talked like this
in his village, in front of his people, he’d lose face. Maybe he’d
have to beat her. He was glad she didn’t insist on where he had
gotten the blanket. How could he
67
explain to her that when he went to search
for food, he found a dead prospector and a lame horse? The only
thing of value was the blanket, so he killed the injured animal and
took the woven saddle blanket.
“Sorry, little one. It will be easier if you
do not fight me on everything. Know you will never be returned to
your people.” He kissed her wet cheeks. “You do not know what you
do to me. My blood run hot for you, yet you shame me with an evil
tongue. You will be number one
slave in my dwelling. It is an honor any
Indian woman would love to have. In my village, I lose face if you
dishonor my words; then you must be disciplined. Not like this, but
whipped in front of my people. I not want this; I am no woman
beater. But I am also under tribal law.” He did not tell her that
young wives and maidens did only light work, the heavy tasks being
performed by the older women.
He held the trembling girl in his arms,
feeling his beating heart had just been torn from
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