I took a different path this week. Thanks again to Madison Woods and Friday Fictioneers. I'm dedicating this story to my friend Teddy whose love of her Native American heritage is an inspiration.
“Walk with me now,” said Wind Woman.
Red Fawn could not hide her impatience. Following in obeisant silence behind her mother she dreamed only of her beautiful warrior. Of all the girls in her clan, he chose her.
At the top of the hill the older woman pointed to two burial mounds. “When we found them, he was dead. She laid you in my arms. Then she died.”
Wind Woman’s eyes brimmed. She pressed her palms against Red Fawn’s cheeks. “Hair like fire. Eyes like sky. The Great Spirit gave you to me. Tomorrow I give you to Iron Wolf.”