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to get his hands free. The
brainless girl stood before him under his defiant gaze.
    He watched as the delightful, but simple
creature tried to communicate with him. He couldn’t decide whether
she was naive or stupid to feel sorry for an enemy. Didn’t she
realize the danger or the consequences? His tribe would not feel
sorry for her if she was tied in his camp, but he had admired her a
little. She was brave to go against her own kind and when she
becomes his slave, he’d remember her kindness.
    The white woman scooped up a spoonful of
stew and with a shaking hand put it to his lips. Refusing to open
his mouth, she forced the spoon against his tight lips.
    “Why won’t you eat? You must be starving,”
she asked keeping her voice low.
    Blue Thunder was hungry but he wouldn’t
allow a female to spoon-feed him like a child; he’d starve first.
His belly rumbled at the delicious aroma but his pride rumbled
louder. Returning the spoon to the bowl, the woman snapped,
“Stubborn ape! Well, you can starve!” she shrugged with
indifference. “You don’t have long to live anyway; they’re going to
hang you in the morning.”
    He saw her frown and he realized that she
did not mean to blurt the outcome of the meeting of the men folks
he had seen gather earlier. His jaw twitched. He wasn’t afraid to
die with dignity but hanging was a white man’s punishment; his soul
could not leave his body to find
    the happy hunting ground. He leered at her,
remembering her cutting words. He might not know what ape meant,
but he understood stupid. That was insulting! They were white man’s
words not Indians, but she would live to regret them. His anger
gave him the strength to twist his hands harder, ignoring the pain
in his wrists. He had been scraping the ropes against the wagon’s
wheel and his wrists burned unmercifully but the blood made the
ropes slippery and easier to slide from when he got them loosen
enough.
    The beauty said she was sorry for losing her
temper and she tried once more. She placed the spoon to his lips,
this time he opened his mouth. She sighed at her small triumph but
it instantly disappeared when he spit the food back into her face.
The foolish girl gasped and sputtered as she wiped the mess off
with the hem of her dress. Surprised she opened her mouth to scream
when his ropes gave way and his hand came up fast to muffle her
cries. Her scream was
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    stifled in her throat. The moon shone enough
to let Blue Thunder see her eyes grow wide with fright and glitter
like polished copper.
    She struggled. It was useless and he enjoyed
the rise and fall of her firm breasts, straining against the thin
fabric of her dress. Yes, she would be his. His tiny baggage fought
wildly when he dragged her from the security of the wagon train. A
safe distance away, he gave a low shrill whistle. His faithful
pinto, Night Rider, appeared out of the darkness. He was proud of
his well-trained horse that never strayed far from him.
    “Take me back, you dirty
Indian! I showed you kindness and this is how you repay me. You…you
overgrown ape!” she hissed. Blue Thunder raised a curious
eyebrow. Well, at least she didn’t call
him stupid . Now
she knew who the stupid one was, he
thought with much satisfaction
    and ignored her ranting. He lifted his
captive onto his horse and climbed behind her swiftly and then they
were racing through the night. But there was one problem: Touching
and sitting so close, with her derriere bouncing against his groin
brought warmth and great arousal. He will love taking this beauty
to his mat and joining with her. Yes, she will be a perfect slave.
If only she didn’t talk so much, but then all white people did.
    “I’m sorry Daphne,” she sobbed. “I let you
down. Forgive me, little sister.”
    Blue Thunder heard her sorrowful words and
wondered if this Daphne was the little pregnant girl in the wagon;
there was a striking resemblance. Forgetting his vow never to feel
any remorse towards another white