The
War Party
After a time, Ehawee begins trying make her skin harder, the way she
could in her vision. After all, if she can demonstrate that she can't be
harmed by arrows or guns, maybe the men will let her go with them. She
feels something begin to happen, and then she sees it. Her skin slowly
becomes thick and knobby, like no skin she has ever seen before. She
looks a little startled by this, since it wasn't quite what she was
expecting, and the people near her take a few steps back. She
experimentally presses a finger against her skin, trying to gauge how
tough it is, then draws her knife and, very carefully, presses it against
her arm as well. The skin feels fairly tough, but she doubts if it would
stop a well-shot arrow, let alone a bullet. She sheathes her knife, an
expression of frustration on her face, then realizes that she is standing
in a ring of staring tribesmen at this point, and everything has gotten
very quiet.... She starts to feel rather self-conscious. "I thought
maybe I could help," she offers quietly. "But it's not working like
it...like I thought it would." She begins wishing she'd gone back to her
teepee before trying this.
"Ehawee, yours is not to fight," the chief says. "That is warrior's
work. See that Kohana's weapons are ready for him."
She nods, then pauses, looking uncertain. "But what if I have a
warrior's spirit?" she asks, keeping her tone respectful, not
argumentative. The last thing she wants to do is contradict the chief,
but she honestly doesn't know if that would change anything. She looks
over at the shamans, hoping one of them has an answer for her question,
and a shaman answers her.
"Then you cast off your husband, and role as a woman, and walk a man's
path. You would have to make your own teepee and find a wife."
Ehawee nods again, and makes her way back to her teepee, still feeling
torn inside. The shaman didn't tell her if she has a warrior's spirit,
after all, just what the consequences would be if she does. Lacking any
other guidance, she looks to her heart...and her heart does not want to
cast off her husband. She reasons that if that is so, then she must not
have a warrior's spirit, and sets about making sure Kohana's weapons are
ready. Trying not to think about how much she wishes she could go with
him....
Once she's convinced that the weapons are ready, Ehawee does her best
to ignore the urge to go back out and listen to the warriors again. In an
effort to distract herself, she begins focusing on her skin once more,
trying again to change it to be more like what she did in her vision.
Just as she begins this, Kohana enters the teepee. He smiles at her, his
expression a mix of love for her, and hatred for the whites. He grabs the
weapons she has prepared for him. "I'm sorry you cannot go, Ehawee. I
will bring back many fine scalps for you, to decorate our teepee
with."
She gets to her feet and, with a bit of an effort, returns her skin to
normal, wanting to look like herself for him before he goes. Hiding her
nervousness and fear for him, she tries to show only love and confidence
as she reaches up and caresses the side of his face that she didn't scar,
careful not to mar the war paint he is wearing. "May you be like a
winter's wind...strong and piercing but impossible to catch."
He kisses her long and hard before leaving, and Ehawee hears the war
party thunder off shortly thereafter. She stands unmoving for several
long minutes, staring at the flap through which Kohana departed. Then,
with a bit of an effort, she forces herself to start moving again.
Not wanting to think about what might be happening to the war party,
Ehawee tries to keep busy. She occupies herself for a time by preparing
the meat she and Kohana brought in from the hunt, then goes through the
teepee and makes sure that everything is packed and ready to go if they
have to move unexpectedly. After all, she tells herself, no matter what
happens, they'll be breaking camp soon anyway.
Somewhat at a loss once these tasks are done, she goes to Magaskawee's
teepee, both for the company and to see if her sister-in-law needs
anything. Magaskawee is happy for the company, and shares Ehawee's look
of concern. She chatters idly about all of the things she'll have to do
before and after the baby is born, to take both of their minds off of
their worries, and keeps her hands busy with sewing baby clothes. Ehawee
works on some of Kohana's mending, but her mind still wanders, and so
intently is she listening for sounds of the war party returning that she
starts at the slightest noise. This all makes for a very long afternoon
for young Ehawee. She hasn't felt this awful since she was a child, when
she learned that her mother had not returned home. That feeling of
helplessness and fear is not something she ever wanted to experience
again.
It is nearly dark before the thundering hooves of the returning war
party shatter the stillness of the camp. At the sound, Ehawee drops her
sewing and leaps to her feet, a look of hope and dread on her face. With
an effort, she restrains herself from running out of the teepee as fast as
her legs will carry her, waiting instead for Magaskawee to stand and join
her. Magaskawee rises slowly, until both women recognize the whoops of
their men outside. Then, they move like the wind, Ehawee racing towards
the sound of Kohana's voice, trying frantically to spot him. She
eventually finds him in the center of the warriors, whooping his victory
and twirling a handful of fresh scalps in the air over his head. She
grins from ear to ear at the sight of him, and lets out a whoop of her own
before she can stop herself. Although she wants desperately to run up and
throw her arms around him, she settles for grinning and waving until the
men are finished celebrating, lest the ponies step on her.
When the men are done with their revelries, they return to their women
to show off their trophies. Not all have returned, however. Ehawee can
hear the wails of at least three new widows as Kohana wraps his arms
around her and hugs her close. That just makes her hold onto him all the
more tightly, happy beyond words that he's all right. She keeps her face
pressed against him for a few moments, while she fights the inexplicable
urge to laugh and cry at the same time. Finally, some measure of
composure regained, she looks up at him and smiles. "I see you did well,
my husband," she says, noting the scalps he carries.
"You will have to decorate our teepee with them at the new camp. We
will have to start packing. The camp will be broken tomorrow morning and
we will move, so the whites can't find us."
She looks a little sheepish. "I packed almost everything up already.
I didn't think we'd be staying much longer here. But you must be hungry.
Will you tell me of the battle while I'm making dinner?"
"Yes. And then we will have the evening for better things!" He tucks
her under one arm and strides back to their teepee.
Ehawee's smile gets even wider at his words, and in her mind she again
gives thanks that she didn't lose him. She quickly sets about preparing
one of the animals they managed to catch earlier that afternoon...a time
that now seems so much farther away...while Kohana weaves a grand, mostly
embellished, tale of the battle with the white soldiers. As the food is
ready, he comes to the end of his story. All of the white men were killed
for their boldness, and their horses and guns taken, as well as their
scalps. Only three of the tribe's warriors were lost. Ehawee looks very
proud of him as she serves him his dinner. "Perhaps the whites will think
better of coming onto our lands, now that they have lost so many of their
soldiers to us."
"They will learn to respect our lands, even if we must kill them all!"
he boasts.
Kohana bolts his dinner down, and starts pulling her dress off before
she is quite through herself. Under the circumstances, she doesn't really
mind, pushing what's left of her food far enough out of the way that she
won't roll in it accidentally. He is rougher with her, in this round of
love making, but somehow she seems not to mind as she loses herself to the
overwhelming sensation of contact. Eventually, Kohana rolls off of her
onto the furs, gasping happily. "This has been a good day," he says
blearily.
She sighs happily, savoring the last, fading sensations. "Only
because you came back to me."
"Mm," he says, rolling over and putting his arm around her. Soon he
is breathing deeply, and she isn't long in following him, the events of
the day finally catching up to her. She snuggles close to Kohana as she
sleeps, unconsciously seeking reassurance that he is still with her, more
shaken by the fight with the whites than she is willing to admit.
"Deadwood"
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