Dances Naked by Dani Haviland

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Red Shirt understood what the cowardly white man had said, but could also see he was lying. He looked back at the girl who was now indignant. “You liar!” she shouted as she stomped toward his prone, panicked form. “You took that gun from me. No telling what you would have done to that poor man,” she said pointing to Marty, “If you had it then. He had less than we did! You took his horse and then you didn’t even let him keep his boots! And you eat all the food, and make me walk, and, and…” Rachel was frustrated beyond words so didn’t even try to find them. “Asshole,” she hissed, and then spat at him. She walked over to Red Shirt and her baby. “He’s not worth it. Can we come with you?” Red Shirt’s eyes widened. This had to be a first: a white woman wanting to come live with a red man. He had planned to take her anyway, but she was willing, no, wanting to come with him. He shut his eyes and tipped his head, yes, and then gave her back her child. No, this was his child now. He had lost his wife and son last winter. These two would take their place. She was young and strong enough that she could bear him many more sons: and nice to look at, too. Today was a good day, a very good day. (Read for free with Kindle Unlimited!)

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