4
DAISY
This time when I awoke I was not fearful. I knew my surroundings, knew that I was still at the Indian village. The difference this time was that Doctor James was not pressed against me. I was quite alone beneath the furs. An Indian woman was quietly working by the fire and she turned to me when I stirred.
I sat up and stretched, ran my hair over my wild mess of hair. She was older, perhaps of a similar age to Miss Trudy and Miss Esther. Her hair, threaded with hints of gray, was pulled back into a long braid down her back, the color of it even darker than mine. Dark complected, she was very pretty.
“I am wife of Red Bear. You helped him, so I help you.”
She smiled at me and offered me a cup with steam rising from the top.
“Drink,” she said, her voice low and soft.
I thanked
