“Then you are not upset, that I am carrying your child?” She started to look relieved.
“Of course not. I want to have children. I want to have many more children with you, but you must remain on the farm with me. I won’t go back to your tribe.”
“I will stay then,” she murmured. She flung her arms around Emmet’s neck, and he smothered her in a long kiss.
“How is Dorie?” I asked Nigel, giving Emmet and Lomasi time to get reacquainted.
“She is happy and looking forward to having her baby.”
“Be sure and give her our love, when you return. I miss her.”
“We miss you too,” Nigel admitted. “I will stay the night, but I have to return in the morning.”
Nigel and Lomasi followed us into the house, and we spent the night talking over old times, eating food that I cooked from the supply of food Emmet had gotten in Dodge.
That had been over a year ago, and Lomasi and Emmet’s son was just starting to crawl around on the floor. They named him Matthew, after my father, but Lomasi called him Blue Eyes, or Soye Hay Tdaw-aw because of his stark blue eyes.
The farm was doing well. We got more livestock, and Buttercup had another calf, which I named Hope, again, to take the place of her other calf. Emmet brought me a sewing machine, and I made the curtains and a new dress, with the material that father had brought me to make a wedding dress with. I hadn’t worn it yet, though.
Emmet also brought me a puppy to take the place of Sport, and I named him Scout. He was much more loyal than Sport had been, and followed me wherever I went. He also slept at the foot of my bed, and kept me company at night.
Even so, it wasn’t the same as having a man there to keep me company. I missed Inteus, but most of all I missed Muraco. I kept remembering how he had said he loved me, as Emmet and I were leaving the village. That seemed like so long ago, now.
I was glad that Emmet had Lomasi there. This was how I had thought it would be with me staying at the farm, after Emmet got married, which he did, the next time he went into Dodge, taking Lomasi with him.
I was happy being at the farm, even though so much had changed. We were still able to get more gold from the creek, but we didn’t have as much time to pan it, so it wasn’t as much as father used to get when he worked the creek.
Flowers were growing on father’s grave, where I planted them. At least, he was with our mother now, I thought, trying to feel better about losing him. I often went and sat down between their graves and talked to them.
That was what I was doing that morning, when I noticed several riders coming up the drive. I counted the horses. I could see from the distance that it was Indians approaching, and I stood up, putting my hand over my eyes to get a better look. I could count five horses. I thought the Indians had been pushed farther away from Kansas, and was on a reservation, somewhere now. I had felt sorry for Muraco, because I knew he would hate it on a reservation, and I wondered if Dorie and Nigel would live there too.
One horse stood out from all the rest, and I suddenly realize it was Helaku. I knew who was riding the horse, and I started running towards it. When Muraco saw me running towards him, the horse broke into a gallop, and then he was leaping from his horse, and crushing me in his embrace.
“Tell me you love me,” Muraco whispered in my ear.
“I love you, Muraco. I have always loved you. I just couldn’t see how we could ever be together.”
“Do you still want me?” asked. “I mean, do you still want me to stay with you on your farm?”
“I didn’t think you wanted to be a farmer,” I accused.
“It is better than going to a reservation. At least here I will be able to roam freely without anyone stopping me.”
“As long as you return to the farm,” I insisted.
“I will always return to where ever my Pi au-dau is.”
Muraco’s lips were covering mine, as he crushed me to him again. When he lifted his head, he smiled at me. “Will you become my woman now?” he asked.
“You know I will,” I breathed.
“I have brought a lot of help,” Muraco told me, pointing to the others who were just arriving. “Your sister and Tala, along with your brother and Inteus, has decided to come stay at the farm as well. You can have your family all back again!”
“Really?” I squealed. “Has Dorie brought her child?”
“Of course, and she is going to have another one soon. She is hoping her next will be a young brave, since her first was a girl, which means it may get crowded here,” he smiled.
“We could always build a lean-to,” I laughed.
Now my happiness was complete, I thought. It seemed that God had answered my prayers, because I prayed every night that Muraco would come back to me. However, I suppose when God answers prayers, it is never exactly what one would expect, because not only had Muraco come back to me, but my family and my close friend Inteus had come back as well.
“I guess you are going to have to learn how to farm after all,” I told Inteus, as he came up and gave me a friendly hug.
“I told you Muraco loved you,” he smiled. “It had just taken time for the Great Mystery to get through to him.”
“The Great Mystery got through to me a long time ago,” Muraco answered. “When I had my vision quest, all I could dream about was Fire Hair. I thought it was only a dream, and she was distracting me from receiving my vision. As it turned out, she was my vision. I just refused to see it.”
Emmet and Lomasi came out to greet everyone, and I was worried for one brief moment that Lomasi would feel uncomfortable with Muraco there, but she merely smiled and gave Muraco a hug, and then hugged the others in turn.
I had worried that I wouldn’t have a family any longer, and that my life would never be the same again. As it turned out, my life wasn’t the same again. It was better.
THE END
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