The Far Side of Lonesome

By Rita Hestand

A novella for adults. Jeb and Hoot get more than they bargained for when they trade horses at the Indian village.
What are two christian black men supposed to do
with a white captive woman and her Indian baby?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rita Hestand
• Release date: Nov 10, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452319919

Rita Hestand

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The Far Side of Lonesome

By Rita Hestand

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Copyright © 2009 by Rita Hestand

ISBN #:9781452319919

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Chapter One

Summer 1870

Indian Territory

Jeb saw her out of the corner of his eyes, but the Chief was sitting just across from him, and he couldn't just gawk at her, a white woman in an Indian camp didn't surprise him, it just caught him off guard. He'd learned long ago a lot of things just weren't his business. The woman glanced his way, but she was shaking her head and arguing about something. The woman was with a group of squaws and there was much commotion among them. He got a brief glimpse of light brown hair, flowing over long limbs, buckskin and a conversation that stirred.

Chief Long Feather had listened to their woeful tale this morning of needing to trade horses as theirs were in such bad shape. A horse was a prize to an Indian and to trade for one was unheard of. However, Jeb and Hoot had been dealing with this Chief for several years now and never had a bit of trouble. Most of the time things went smoothly.

Jeb thought about the woman for a minute. Dressed like an Indian she must have been here a while, and yet this was the first visit he'd seen her. He wondered at that. Shawnee rarely raided any longer, so what was she doing here in this camp. He needed to trade for horses, and not put his nose where it didn't belong, he told himself silently. But his curiosity kept him eyeing the squaws.

We better get our tradin' done and get out of here, Jeb, Hoot glanced at him, with a sobering expression.

Jeb saw the haunting in Hoot's eyes and knew he was spooked about something. They'd been partners before they even grew up. Hoot usually had a feeling about things like that too, Jeb conceded but they needed new horses, theirs had traveled over a long trip and were road weary. They couldn't go on with them and they darn sure didn't want to sit in the middle of an Indian village for the winter. He supposed they could walk the horses but that would mean new boots and no one to trade with for that.

The old chief smiled at him and Hoot jumped. Jeb knew that Hoot was spooked but what he didn't understand was why?

It was a hot day, the wind barely moved, the camp sat among a few scattered pines along the trail and shaded most of the morning.

Jeb crossed his legs and sat like the old chief, staring him down for long moments. We gonna do our tradin' then we'll get. Our horses won't hold up to get us back to Texas…you know it as well as I do. There's bound to be somethin' we can do for them or give them that would be a good trade. Our blankets, our knives, something.

I jest have this feelin', Jeb. Hoot explained trying to calm his nerves down but unable to.

Suddenly the chief looked at Jeb, his wrinkled old face turning into a smile.We trade, we give horses, but you must take ich-que back with you.

Jeb had no idea what the old man was talking about but as long as he got the horses, he saw no reason not to trade. Sure we take ich-que back…

What's a ich-que? Hoot asked.

Don't matter, we'll take it, so's we can get out of here and have fresh horses. Jeb smiled at the old chief. No use arguing.

Jeb…maybe you better find out what it is, first… Hoot frowned at his long time friend.

"It don't matter I told you, we