Dreamcatchers

By Patricia Young

Dreamcatchers is an intense romance between Amanda O’Toole and Straight Arrow, an Ogallala Sioux warrior in the 1870s. Straight Arrow is drawn to her and tries to protect her; however, his dreams predict she will lead him to a fiery death. While she is forced to live among the Sioux, feisty Amanda adjusts to their culture. She meets the great chiefs, Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull, among others of the Sioux. She bonds with the tribe and shares their joys and sorrows. Later, Amanda endures the heinous abuse Straight Arrow’s archenemy, Gray Cloud, forces upon her. After three years, they return to her father’s ranch The Circle “T,” where she is betrayed by the man she was supposed to marry. The story culminates with the infamous battle against Yellow Hair at the Little Bighorn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546236351

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Prologue

Powder River region, Wyoming Territory, 1862

Wahinzin proved his courage this day, Crazy Horse said about the youngest of eight Ogallala Sioux warriors, sitting in a large circle. Did he not strike down one of our enemies?

‘Maybe,’ Straight Arrow thought, ‘now my people will see me as a man and not as some towering half-child.’

Crazy Horse turned to Straight Arrow, saying with pride to the others, When we return to our village, Wahinzin will receive an eagle's tail-feather for his bravery against the Crow. This day he has won the respect to be called brother, no longer will he be thought of as a young brave. The other warriors concurred with gestures.

Straight Arrow beamed at Crazy Horse's light, acorn-brown tinted face. He was glad they were going to pay him the honor due every man. I have only wounded that Crow dog. I pray Mahpiyahota and I meet again, for when we do I will kill him.

Crazy Horse turned his attention to his younger brother. What is so funny, Ituncala?

Little Hawk, sitting next to Straight Arrow chuckled, then placing his hand on the young warrior's shoulder, he replied to Crazy Horse. Wahinzin need not fear meeting his enemy again, for as soon as Mahpiyahota sees the handsome reflection our brother has given him, he will come looking for Wahinzin. Little Hawk made a slashing motion with a finger across his left eye. Did everyone see how Mahpiyahota rolled on the ground, crying and screaming like a tawin? Another warrior mimicked the wounded Crow as the others laughed uproariously. Little Hawk crowed loudly as he waved his arms in the air. We should now call Mahpiyahota, Istakpe!

Straight Arrow had to agree with Little Hawk, One-Eye-Out would now be an ideal name for the sinister Crow, Gray Cloud.

Dark Horse, unable to keep a straight face, interjected. If Mahpiyahota’s older brother, Ohanzi, had not interfered, I wonder what would have happened to Wahinzin?

I should have left you in the ravine where I found you two summers past, Straight Arrow said to the runaway slave.

Abruptly, the others stopped laughing as an awkward silence hovered ominously in the cool autumn night.

I know you do not mean that, Wahinzin, Dark Horse replied with an exaggerated pout. Who else would look after you if not for me?

I can look after myself, Tashunka Sapa. Just take care of yourself and I will be happy.

Dark Horse, eyebrows raised and eyes flashing, tried not to laugh. But Wahinzin, I feel as if you are one of my family. After all, you spend much time in my tipi.

Straight Arrow felt his nostrils flare with anger while the others enjoyed humor at his expense. He glowered at Dark Horse’s slender, butternut-tinted face, then looked away from the man’s hazel eyes in disgust. His furious countenance didn’t go unnoticed by the man. Dark Horse, unable to restrain himself any longer, squeezed his eyes shut, slapped his thighs, threw back his head and let out a roar of laughter. All, save Straight Arrow, guffawed.

As their laughter subsided, Dark Horse's eyes sparkled with delight. I can still get your blood boiling. Am I not right, my brother? He turned to the others, gesturing all was right between the young warrior and himself. Poor Mahpiyahota, he will not strut like a rooster as he once did. He glanced sideways at Straight Arrow and grinned. When the others tittered, Dark Horse added, Now, the women will run screaming from him.

Straight Arrow, imagining Gray Cloud’s face, felt his composure slipping. In no time, he too, joined the others and everyone hooted and hollered again.

Afterward, they smoked the sacred calumet and gave thanks to The-Great-Holy-Mystery for their successful clash with the Crows. Their eerie voices' sounded throughout the moonlit forest while exaggerating their stories. After reminiscing their victory, they gambled for acquired booty, then bedded down on buffalo robes.

Straight Arrow tossed and turned. Unable to sleep, he rose and ambled toward the creek where he sat near the water’s edge. Oblivious to his surroundings, he picked up some pebbles and tossed each into the moonlit creek. Straight Arrow pondered the repetitious dream of the woman which he had been cursed with of late.

Crazy Horse watched Straight Arrow leaving camp. He rose from his robes, then turned to his younger brother. Ituncala and the others stay here. I will see what is troubling our friend. With a nod, Little Hawk watched his brother stroll away to where the young warrior had disappeared.

Silently, Crazy Horse approached Straight Arrow. Wahinzin, you must be more attentive. What if I were an enemy?

There are no enemies here, Tashunka Witko, Straight Arrow replied with dejection.

What is troubling you, my brother? You seem like one wrestling an evil spirit.

Straight Arrow lacking tranquility, searched the war-chief's face for the peace he desperately yearned for. You do not know how truthfully you speak.

Crazy Horse patted the young warrior’s shoulder affectionately while moonlight cast a bluish hue on Straight Arrow's raven hair. I cannot but notice the anguish on your face, Wahinzin. What is haunting you?

Do you remember when I made my Ihamblecya?

Haw. You have been acting strangely in the three moons which have followed. Sometimes, Wakan Tanka gives us curious visions during our ceremonies.

Straight Arrow fidgeted with the pebbles in his hand, for he knew the war-chief was right; The-Great-Holy-Mystery did work in strange ways. He glanced at Crazy Horse’s white stone amulet, hanging from a leather thong around his left shoulder as it glistened in the moonlight. The vision I had was not curious, Tashunka Witko. It frightened me.

How so? I am ten and three winters older, than your nearly ten and seven. Tell me of this vision, Wahinzin, maybe I can help you understand.

Straight Arrow glanced off into the distance, then complied. In my vision, a tawin walked out from of a wall of fire, with hair flowing as the very flames itself. She had green eyes. He turned to his friend in awe. You know, the same shade of green as the moss which covers trees in our beloved Pahasapa.

Crazy Horse pondered the beauty of their sacred Black Hills. Haw. I miss Pahasapa, too. They bring much joy to my soul. A moment later, he broke his reverie. Tell me more of your vision.

Straight Arrow took a deep breath, more to clear his thoughts, then continued. She held out her arms, beckoning me. He gave the war-chief a hesitant smile as his voice cracked with emotion, tears filling his eyes. I tried to resist her, but could not. Crazy Horse nodded while the young warrior resumed his story. I looked back and saw myself as a grown man, standing there as if I were two people not one. We walked back into the fire, but it did not consume us. Again I turned and saw myself lying dead on a scaffold as our people walked by, defeated in a long procession while Bluecoats rode on horses beside them.

Is this all Wakan Tanka showed you?

Straight Arrow cradled his face in his hands, elbows resting on his knees, then nodded slowly. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his head shot upright. I do not fear death, Tashunka Witko. I long someday to join my mother and father at our grandfathers’ great campfire-of-souls. You must believe me.

Only cowards are afraid to die, Wahinzin, and you are no coward. Following a long pause, he said, We must all face death someday. After I die, I will return on a white horse. Straight Arrow watched as the war-chief stretched out his arms over his head, then parted them in a semicircle. Big as a mountain I will be, for this has been foretold to me in a vision long ago. Crazy Horse’s gaze seemed to take him to another place as he added. Then, I will forever be with my beloved people. A few moments passed before he redirected his attention to the young warrior. Have you spoken with my father, the shaman, of this mystery?

Sni. I have told only Tashunka Sapa and now you.

You must speak to Waglula, maybe he will help you learn what this vision means.

Straight Arrow felt despair swallowing him up as a snake swallows a toad. The woman haunted his dreams almost every night, if the shaman couldn’t help him, no one could.

Silently they rose and rejoined the others already asleep. I will take first watch, Crazy Horse whispered. Try not to worry.

Straight Arrow lay down and pulled a buffalo robe around his neck. When do we return to Pahasapa?

At sunrise. With that, Crazy Horse retrieved a piece of pemmican from his waist pouch and took a bite of the palatable, sweet hunk of meat and berry conglomeration. Sleep now, he said in a low voice. We have a long journey before us.

Straight Arrow closed his eyes and visualized the small group proudly astride their horses. He would ride Whirlwind, the black stallion his father had given him seven summers ago. His thoughts then drifted to his mother, taken by a fever five winters back.

He often dreamed of her standing on a hill as she had often done, waving to him while he practiced riding his black steed. In his reverie, his mother’s long, black hair flowed in the wind; suddenly, his mother's hair transformed into flames and the green-eyed woman stood in her place. Silently, he prayed to The-Great-Holy-Mystery to show him what this woman would mean in his life.

A faint smile formed on Straight Arrow’s lips as his mother's face reappeared in his thoughts. Slowly he fell asleep, letting the Siouan goddess Whope, daughter of the Sun and the Moon, envelope him within her comforting arms.

Book I

THE CIRCLE ‘T’

Chapter One

Wyoming Territory, September, 1872

I’m not going to marry Jake, Amanda said to herself, her mind a mass of jumbled thoughts as she stood in the stable’s paddock. I don’t care what Da’s plans are. She brushed the golden-chestnut’s coat furiously, I should have something to say about this; after all, it’s my life. Men! Why must they be so damn insufferable? Amanda wished she could escape this calamity. Everyone had been nagging her since her father divulged plans for her arranged marriage to Jake Andrews. She could still hear her father, saying, You’re gonna start actin’ like a young lady, ’stead of a hoyden. Jake’s like a son to me. She had hoped her brother, Michael, would feel some empathy for her circumstances and mediate in her behalf. However, he didn’t. Why can’t they understand that my love for Jake is a sister’s love? Nothing more. I’ll not marry him just because it’ convenient for Da, and that’s final! She closed her eyes and clasped her mother’s locket, hanging around her neck. If only Mum were here, she wouldn’t let Da do this to me. A hard as she tried, she couldn’t recall her mother’s face. She often had to look at her mother’s portrait, hanging over her own bedroom mantel, to remember what fine features her mother had. However, of late, she had a more ominous image concerning her.

The mare seemed to sense Amanda’s ire with each stroke of the currycomb. The animal lifted her head, then sidestepped into the paddock wall. I’m sorry, Candy. Amanda shoved the brush into her front pocket. I shouldn’t take my feelings out on you. She reached into her back pocket and withdrew two carrots, then fed them to the gentle mare. There, my sweet, am I forgiven? Candy snorted, nodding her head as if she understood. Amanda patted Candy’s velvet muzzle, then planted a kiss on the white blaze running down Candy’s long face. After the mare finished the morsels, she lightly nudged Amanda with her head.

Amanda had dreamed about the Indian again and wished she had someone to talk to about it. She couldn’t get the savage out of her mind. Amanda knew she should be frightened by these recurring dreams, but for some reason she wasn’t. Whoever he was, she sensed deep within her that he meant her no harm.

Whenever she closed her eyes, the man’s vivid features would reappear, hovering before her with his obsidian colored eyes penetrating her very soul. He had a long slender nose and square jaw. Black smudges gave his broad forehead and high cheekbones a fearsome appearance. Two thin braids, intertwined with strips of leather hung on either side of his copper-colored face while a red feather stood tall at the back of his shoulder-length raven hair. Dangling from his left ear was a silver and feathered earring, while a small bear claw hung around his neck on a leather thong.

In her dream, his eyes would fill with tears as he murmured. Come back to me, Flame. In each dream, Amanda’s emotion would come close to erupting for this stranger. She’d reach out to comfort him, but her arms couldn’t move. He’d then cry mournfully. I can’t live without you, micante. Amanda always awakened at this point, never knowing of whom he spoke to. A bond was forming toward this stranger, but she didn’t understand why. Whoever he was, she knew beyond a doubt, her feelings for him were growing stronger with each dream.

* * *

Straight Arrow awoke in a cold sweat. He could not understand why he was dreaming about the strange woman again, for she had not plagued his dreams in such a long time. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to abolish the witch from his memory, but her moss-green eyes kept haunting him. He could almost feel her warm breath against his face and smell the sweet scent of yucca in her hair.

He turned toward the lodge’s central fire and stared at the dancing flames, recalling her long yellowish-red hair as he had seen it so many times in his dreams. His original vision of himself lying dead on a scaffold, suddenly filled his mind. Straight Arrow shook his head, trying to dispel the witch and her torturous memories from his thoughts. Hard as he tried, he kept visualizing her tempting arms, beckoning him. He groaned in misery, hoping this unwanted desire for her would abate; but, his man’s body disappointed him.

Wakan Tanka, he prayed, take this witch’s image from this, your lowly mortal. Make her passionate memory disappear from my mind like smoke on the wind. He waited, for what seemed an eternity to him, but his stubborn maleness only frustrated him even more. Straight Arrow rose quietly from his pallet, as not to disturb his two blood-brothers and left the tepee. Gingerly, he stepped around camp dogs as they lay near their Brule master’s lodges’, then headed for the nearby lake. When he reached the shore, he silently waded into the water, where it’s coolness arrested his obvious desire.

* * *

Freda held the delicate crocheted curtain aside while she peered out the kitchen window. She scanned the immense yard from left to right, then looked first to the barnyard with its small cemetery beyond the perimeter, then to the corral and stables. Finally, she looked to the bunkhouse with its little enclosed jingle-pasture and Bear Creek in the background. Tantalizing aromas of bacon lingered in the spacious kitchen as Freda returned to the large trestle table. She cleared off the soiled dishes, saying to her husband, Mein Gott! Where is that girl?

Gus placed his coffee mug on the table. You are like a mutter hen, with her little chicks. He quipped. You worry too much about her.

Well, someone has to, she snapped. Herr T.J. is too busy with this ranch, trying to catch those cattle thieves for the last three years.

Just then their daughter, Gretchen, ambled into the kitchen and headed to the cast iron stove. She ladled hot water from the stove’s reservoir into a pail and carried it to the sink, where she poured it into a basin of cold water, then she placed her hands into the sudsy dishpan.

Gretchen, have you seen Amanda, this morgen?

No Momma. Gretchen rinsed a glass under the hand pump. She’s probably with Candy.

Ja. That sounds like her. Fred took a couple of hot biscuits from the stove’s warming shelf and placed them in front of Gus.

He closed his eyes and sniffed the biscuit’s appetizing aroma while his wife grumbled. Freda strolled to the window and gazed out toward the small cemetery. Amanda would sleep with that horse if we let her. She mulled over the time when she, Gus and their four children emigrated to the United States. She thought of how they stopped briefly in New York City, then headed to St. Joseph, Missouri where they signed up on a wagon-train heading for Oregon.

Freda’s preoccupation dispersed as Gus rose from his chair. He pushed it under the large oak table, then wiped his mouth on the back of his flannel sleeve. He lumbered over to Freda and wrapped his burly arms around her ample waist. That was gutt breakfast, Momma. He nuzzled her neck. I go work now. Quit worrying about Amanda. Ja?

Freda clasped his arms to her midriff, preventing him from leaving. I cannot help myself, Gus. She is like my own. I wish her mutter was still here. She returned her gaze to the little graveyard. Now, there was an angel. I miss die Frau. She was so gutt to us.

Gus turned his wife around to face him and gazed into her light-blue eyes. He wiped a tear away coursing down her rosy cheek with his thumb. Are you thinking about that day again?

Freda nodded. I can still see her, pleading with Herr T.J.

Ja. We were lucky they came along when they did. Gus embraced Freda tenderly. When the wagon train left us at Fort Laramie, I did not know what to do. I thought all was lost.

She turned her head and glanced again at the two wooden crosses, then cried. If it were not for die Frau, our little Hans would be buried somewhere out on that Gott forsaken prairie.

Freda, mein liebling, what am I going to do with you? Gus lowered his lips to her cheek and kissed her tenderly.

Even after twenty-six years of marriage, Freda felt the warmth of Gus’ love. Her face reddened. Papa, die kinder!

Oh, Momma, I’m not a little baby. I’m fourteen-years-old. Besides, I think it’s wonderful how you and Papa still love each other.

Freda blushed, then asked their daughter, Did Amanda say anything to you about her party dress?

Yes. Gretchen placed a dish in the cupboard. Miss LaJeune is supposed to fit her today.

* * *

Amanda placed a blanket and full-stamped saddle over Candy, then tightened the single cinch. She crammed her hair under her hat, then wound-up her bullwhip and looped it over the saddle’s horn. She adjusted Candy’s bridle. How would you like going into town? Candy nuzzled Amanda’s arm with her nose as the young woman scratched the mare behind her ear. You like that, don’t you? Candy snorted and nodded her head, then suddenly Candy backed away from Amanda.

Amanda was abruptly grabbed around her waist, as a man’s voice purred in her ear low and full of mischief. I should’ve known ya’d be in here. Jake kissed her neck, then turned Amanda in his arms. I wish ya’d pay half the attention to me as ya do to that damn animal. Candy’s large brown eyes widened, then she shied from his sinister gaze as he glared at her.

Let me go, Jake! Amanda struggled from his tight embrace. She like him much better the way he used to be, friendly, yet knowing his boundaries but; since her father gave his approval to marry her, it seemed he couldn’t or wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. Stop it! She snarled, then tore away from his arms.

Jake thumbed his beat-up Stetson off his forehead. With the speed of a viper he grabbed Amanda, slamming her body into his. Before she could react, he brought his lips down roughly onto hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He pulled her hips against his, grinding them provocatively while fondling her firm buttocks.

Amanda felt his erection against her pelvis. Cut it out, Jake! You’re like a damn rutting bull! Paying her no mind, she yelled again, pushing hard against his chest. Dammit Jake! Get your damn hands off me!"

Now honey. He smiled down into her moss green eyes. Don’t be like that.

I’m not your honey! She squirmed with all her might but, the more she struggled the stronger his ardor grew. Amanda felt she had only one recourse left. Turning her heel toward his leg, she raked his shin with her spur. When he released her, she slapped his angular face as hard as she could, yelling. Who do you think you are, manhandling me like that?

Jake rubbed his smarting cheek. What ya gettin’ all riled up about? He half stumbled backward, favoring his painful shin. We’re practically married, for Christ sake. Everyone knows your father’s gonna announce our weddin’ pretty soon.

Oh, is that so? Amanda followed Jake as he awkwardly backed away from her, while she jabbed her finger into his leather vest with each word, retorting between gritted teeth. Not if I have anything to say about it. Her finger kept poking his chest with each unsteady step he took until his back was up against the paddock’s three-quarter wall. With arms akimbo, she bellowed. You and Da have over-stepped your boundaries. Furthermore, I was never asked much less have I agreed to marry you or anyone else.

I thought ya loved me, Mandy?

When she sensed his hurt, she lowered her voice. Jake, I do love you, only not in that way. She placed her hand on his broad shoulder. I could no more marry you, than I could marry. . . Michael. You’re like another brother to me.

Jake grabbed her wrist. What’s the matter? I’m not good enough for ya? Amanda just stood there as if struck by an invisible hand. He shoved her away with a snarl. Ya women are all alike. A guy has to be somebody with a lot of money to get ya into his bed.

How can you believe that? Amanda’s throat seemed to twist into a painful knot. How long have you known me, Jake? Not receiving an answer, she grabbed Candy’s reins and headed out of the stall. I’ll tell you. Her voice rose with each word. Practically all my life. You should know damn well by now, that money doesn’t mean anything to me. With that, Jake made a turn about and limped away, mumbling to himself as he headed towards the bunkhouse.

Just then, her brother walked up to the stable doors. He turned toward Jake, watching his hasty departure. What was that all about?

He’s talking about marriage again.

Michael merely looked at ground. Da knows what’s best for you, Mandy.

Oh really! Well I won’t marry someone I don’t love.

Jake’s a good man, Mandy. He knows the ranch inside and out and I agree with Da.

Then you marry him! Amanda sneered.

Michael let out a loud sigh. You know in Ireland some marriages are arranged.

Michael, my love, we’re not in Ireland. Three years ago, this territory of Wyoming gave women the right to vote, or did you forget that? I’d say in a few weeks I’ll be able to do as I damn well please!

You’re right. But until that day comes, I think you should listen to Da.

Damn it all to hell! No one, not you or Da, can make me marry someone I don’t love!

Michael removed his dusty hat, then wiped his brow on his flannel sleeve. Ladies shouldn’t use that kind of language, Mandy. I think Da’s right. You spend way too much time around the likes of these guys and its rubbing off on you. You should start acting more like a young lady, instead of another guy. We don’t need any more ranahans around here, the bunkhouse is full of them already.

I like the way I am and I’ll be damned if I’m going to change for anyone.

He pointed to her jeans and one of his hand-me-down shirts. See what I mean? Just take a gander at yourself. You talk, look and act more like a boy than a girl.

Oh yeah. Well Jake sure as hell didn’t have any problems telling the difference.

Michael gave her a look of disapproval. I think you could take a few lessons from Suzanne LaCroix, on how to behave like a young lady.

Amanda rolled her eyes. Oh p-l-e-a-s-e, that overstuffed trollop? Her holier-than-thou act makes me sick; besides, the little bitch isn’t my idea of a lady.

What do you mean by that!

I’ve been told she would lay down and spread her legs for any man. She isn’t choosy.

Now wait a damned minute! Suzanne’s not like that!

Amanda averted her eyes as she noted Michael’s appalling expression. Believe what you want about your paragon of virtue. You’re going to, anyway.

Amanda tried turning Candy toward the main road, but Michael grabbed the harness. Mandy, don’t do this. Jake loves you. Besides, Da’s only trying to do what he thinks is best for you.

Let me make this perfectly clear for you, Michael Dillon O’Toole! she snarled. I’m not marrying Jake! This a free country! She placed her hand on her bullwhip. Now, get the hell out of my way or so help me, God, I’ll give you a taste of my lash! Michael’s facial muscles contort with silent rage as Amanda maneuvered Candy away, saying, I need to be alone! As she rode toward the ranch’s wooden archway, she yelled over her shoulder. I want my freedom! When Candy reached the road, Amanda nudged the mare’s flanks with her knees, sending the mare galloping off toward town.

Michael threw his arms up into the air. Women! Gus stepped through the stable’s massive open doors just in time to witness Michael’s hasty retreat to the house as he yelled in exasperation. I’ll tell you what she needs! The spoiled little brat! She needs a swift kick in her arse, that’s what she needs! Gus rolled his eyes, then shook his head slowly.

When Michael reached the house he took the steps two at a time. He opened the back door, slamming it soundly behind him, then stormed through the kitchen.

Freda asked, Vas ist los? Not getting a reply, she followed him to the parlor’s stairway. Where is you sister?

Michael took two steps at a time, replying to Freda sarcastically. Looking for her freedom!

Freda returned to the kitchen and asked Gretchen. What do you think that was all about?

Who knows, Momma. She answered with a shrug.

Chapter Two

Well, Gatts, Leo Potts said with a grin, needling the man sitting across the table. I've heard tell Grant weren't so great. He was just lucky at that there battle of Cold Harbor.

Lucky? That's a crock of shit! George said, rising from his chair. He went to the cast-iron cooking stove where he picked up a fork and turned over a strip of bacon frying in the skillet. Getting a whiff of its aroma, he said to the cook. Did you hear that, Virg? We were there; do you think Grant was just lucky, or what?

I don't think luck had anythin’ to do with it, Virgil replied, stirring the scrambled eggs with a wooden spoon. Both sides had one hell of a time at those crossroads near Richmond. George sampled a piece of crispy bacon, then returned to the table. George, Virgil asked, remember how it poured the afternoon before that two-week battle began?

Do I remember? The following day, June 3, was my twentieth birthday. The memory of Cold Harbor will stay with me forever.

Leo quipped. Well, at least we didn't run away to Richmond with our tails tucked 'tween our legs like ya Blue Bellies did.

We didn't run away. George said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. We felt sorry for them Rebs. We figured, hittin' ’em fourteen times was enough punishment for one battle. We didn't wanna finish ’em off completely.

Listen to him, Leo blared. We won that battle and ya know it. I hear tell, the Rebs killed over ten-thousand of ya Billy Yanks durin' the fight; or are ya forgettin' that? George didn't respond; he just stared out the window, as Leo added, If'n they had more troops, the month 'fore in the Wilderness, they would've won that battle, too. What's more, if'n they had more men at Spotsylvanie, JEB Stuart might never have gotten hisself killed at Yella Tavern.

Sure Potts, George said. Next thin’ I suppose you're gonna blame us for shootin' Jackson at Chancellorsville. Leo thumped his fingers on the table while George said, If those Johnny Rebs weren't so damned trigger itchy, Ole Stonewall might still be alive today.

Virgil squinted at Leo as the sun's rays streamed through the bare window. What the hell do ya know about the war, Potts? he asked sarcastically. Why, from my calculations, ya was still shittin’ your pants when the war was goin’ strong. Leo sat still as a statue, his face turning a rosy hue. Virgil's sweaty bald pate glistened as he pointed the egg covered spoon at Leo. I must say though, we did clobber those Rebel ass’s out there in the Wilderness. When he opened the oven door to check the biscuits, all three craned their necks and peered into the oven as aroma from the two-inch-high buttermilk biscuits drifted their way. Virgil dished up the food, then said to Leo, Yeah, we clobbered ‘em good. Coffee perked on the stove as he asked Gatts, Remember the Wilderness, George?

God, I'll never forget it even if I live to be a hundred. He sipped his hot coffee. When I was a kid in Illinois, the worst thin’ I'd ever seen was hogs bein' butchered on our farm. He closed his eyes and shivered. That battle was almost nine-years ago, can ya believe it, Virg? Remember how we laid in those trenches all night long? We listened to those poor wounded bastards, from both sides, screamin’ while they was bein’ burned alive … George cleared the lump from his throat, then added, Worst thin’ was, we couldn’t help any of ’em.

Virgil nodded his head as he placed the platters of bacon, eggs, and biscuits on the table. Yeah, whenever I hear the screams of a wounded horse, I think of that night. That’s a sight, I hope never to see again.

George went to the stove and poured himself more coffee. Anybody want some more of this bellywash? They all held out their mugs as he returned to the table and refilled each one in turn. He returned the coffee pot to the flat burner, then turned to Virgil. The sight of them charred bodies are burned in my mind and probably will be, until I die. He blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to restrain threatening tears. Hell, I was scared shitless.

Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed about George, Virgil said. I was scared too. A body would have to be dead or nuts not to have been afraid.

Well, Leo said, I still say we whipped ya Yanks at Cold Harbor. What do ya think, Hank?

Deal me out of this one. That was your war, not mine.

Just then, Jake rushed into the bunkhouse, slamming its heavy door behind himself. What's eatin’ ya, boy? Virgil asked. Jake didn't answer, he just stomped past them to the bunk area as if they weren't there, then rifled through his trunk at the foot of his bed. Everyone sat quietly while a sullen mood hung over the room like a dark cloud. Jake found his chaps and quickly pulled them on over his jeans. Not wanting to face the others questions, he left through the bunkhouse’s back door, slamming it soundly. Jake walked around the building, purposely avoiding Virgil’s inquisitive eyes as the older man studied him from the kitchen window.

Jake hurried to the small enclosed jingle pasture where he saddled his bay gelding. ‘Dammit all to hell! There it goes: wife, home, family, the whole damn thing. This marriage will never take place now. T.J. always lets Mandy have her way, so why should it be any different this time?’ He grieved over the lost plans, that the ranch might have been his some day. Jake led his horse through the pasture's gate, then passing the stables he came upon Gus. His voice broke with embarrassment as he said, Goin’ to inspect the herd.

Herrs T.J. and Mac went out earlier. You might run into them. Jake nodded, then rode out onto the open prairie and turned his horse south. Gus watched Jake as he rode off toward the open borders of the Circle 'T'.

Meanwhile, in the bunkhouse, Leo placed his coffee mug on the table, saying smugly, I bet two bits that has somethin' to do with that wildcat, Mandy. He's been tryin' to drop his rope on that heifer for some time now.

Hank sat back and wrapped his elbow around the kitchen chair’s high back. I'd hobble my lip if I were ya, boy. Everyone froze like statues as Hank glared at Leo. The O'Tooles and MacDowells are the nearest thin’ to a family I have and I especially don’t like anyone talkin’ about Mandy. Hank stood up and kicked his chair away from the table nearly overturning it, then he went to the gun rack. It ain't nobody's business what's eatin’ him. He snarled, glowering at Leo.

Leo flinched as Hank grabbed his holster from a peg and secured it around his hips, then he stomped out the front door slamming it shut.

Boy, Virgil said to Leo. When the hell are ya goin’ to learn to dally your tongue?

Well, it's true, Leo retorted. Everyone knows how Jake feels 'bout that filly; yet, she won't give him the time of day.

That might well be, Potts. Virgil replied. But mark my words, one of these days' Hank’s gonna clip your horns, but good.

He don't scare me none. Leo pointed to the holster draped over the peg. If'n he starts anythin', I'll just comb his hair with my persuader hangin' yonder.

Virgil glanced at George and grinned. Potts’ sure got a lot of mustard, don't he?

Yeah, but he's awfully stupid. Leo’s brow broke out in a sweat. Better watch it Potts. George quipped. Someday, Hank might give ya one of his Cheyenne haircuts.

* * *

Amanda hastily covered the ten-mile trip into town. She couldn't believe what Michael had said. ‘You can learn to love him. No one's going to dictate to me who I'm going to marry,’ she thought to herself.

She turned Candy onto Main Street, then dismounted in front of the livery. After she removed her bullwhip from around the saddle horn, she led the frothy golden-chestnut into the stable where the proprietor greeted her with one of his amiable smiles.

Hello Amanda. What are ya doing in town?

I'm here to see Miss LaJeune. She replied with a smile. Mr. Ericson, can you please give Candy a good brushing? I'm afraid I've tired her out on this trip.

Just leave everything to me. Ja. I will feed and water her, too.

Thank you. Amanda was fond of the big man. He reminded her of a gentle Goliath. I shouldn't be too long, probably an hour or so.

Ya no worry about nothing. Just have a nice visit with Miss LaJeune.

Amanda crossed the side street, then turned and waved goodbye to the tall farrier as the smell of hay and horse sweat emanated from the livery. She strolled up the busy boardwalk and glanced through distorted window glass of the general store. She waved to Mr. Goodbody as he busied himself with inventory. The sun felt warm on her face as she passed the sheriff's office and the apothecary. Amanda crossed the bustling dusty street, kitty-corner to Giselle's Boutique just when the sheriff came out of the bank.

Howdy Amanda. He tipped his hat. How's your father and Mac these days?

They’re fine, Sheriff Cooper. Amanda gave him a friendly hug. You're coming to my eighteenth birthday party, aren't you? She saw a congenial gleam sparkle at her from his light-brown eyes.

Oh course, I'll be there, honey. Why, I've known you and your family since you were knee-high.

Good. We're having a big barbecue, so come hungry; and be sure to bring Tiny.

You can count on it, little lady. That deputy of mine wouldn't miss a free meal for anything.

We're having a band, so practice your two-step and waltz. Amanda gave him a farewell peck on his cheek. I must hurry. Giselle's waiting for me.

The sheriff tipped his Stetson. You have a nice day.

As Amanda opened the door, its tiny bell jingled. Ma chérie. Giselle crooned, hurrying to greet Amanda. You are right on time. Giselle cupped Amanda’s chin in her hand. Your gloomy face tells me something is wrong. Amanda didn't know how to broach the subject without exploding. While Amanda glanced at two seamstresses dutifully working on their commissions, Giselle said, Let us go into the fitting room. We can have privacy there.

Once Giselle shut the room's door, Amanda blared out. I can't ... I won't marry Jake. How can I convince Da that I don't love Jake? She threw her bullwhip into a corner chair. If Da keeps saying I must marry him, I'll run away! I mean it!

Ah, amour. Giselle rolled her eyes. But, I thought you loved Jake? She kissed Amanda's forehead tenderly. Jake adores you. We French can tell when a man is in love.

That's just it, Giselle. Amanda looked into the woman's violet-blue eyes. I know he loves me. But, I don't feel the same for him.

You must be patient with yourself, ma chérie. Love will follow where affection resides.

There's more, Giselle. Michael's angry with me too.

How so?

Well, he said I should stop acting like a ranahan. He even said I could take lessons from Suzanne LaCroix on how to be a lady. Can you believe it?

That is impossible! Why, that gauche girl has a most obnoxious attitude. Whenever she comes in for a fitting, I let Teresa or Anna serve her, for it drives me mad to see that overstuffed sausage in one of my creations. Giselle slowly shook her head. I do not know how Michael can be so incredulous. I am sure she is showing him a false face.

I wonder if that's all she's showing him? Amanda said with a stifled giggle.

Giselle burst out laughing, then tried to gain her composure. Let us not discuss the little shit anymore, she is not worth it. Amanda nodded in agreement. With Giselle's help, Amanda undressed and slipped into a lovely lime-green, organdy gown. Its delicate creamy-green, point d'esprit began at its low decolletage and extended down both arms, finishing with exquisite lace-of-roses at its cuffs and high neckline.

Amanda stepped onto the alteration platform while Giselle made herself comfortable on the floor. The woman picked up the pincushion and started measuring Amanda's hem. Stand up straight s'il vous plait.

Amanda forced her shoulders back, holding her head high. Standing still, her thoughts drifted to her recurring dream. After a few moments, she felt her dress being tugged ever so lightly.

What is wrong with you today? I have never seen you so distracted before. She studied Amanda's sparkling moss-green eyes, pooling with tears as they threatened to course down the young woman’s rosy cheeks. Giselle listened intently as Amanda told her about the bizarre dream she'd been having for the past two months. When Amanda was through, Giselle murmured. An Indian?

Whoever he's speaking to Giselle, it's obvious, he loves her very much. What do you think it means?

Giselle gazed momentarily at Amanda's hair, then jumped to her feet. Mon Dieu! She blessed herself. Do you not see? He is speaking to you. You are this, Flame.

That's absurd. We're far from any hostiles. The only Indians near us are peaceful ones that hang around Fort Laramie. Amanda looked at Giselle with disbelief. Besides, this one appeared fierce.

Oui! But you said he spoke in a loving way, did you not? Amanda’s facial expression didn’t change. Try not to think about it anymore. It is probably just one of those silly things. N'est-ce pas?

Amanda, tried to make light of the situation. I hope you're right. It's going to be a grand party, don't you think? Giselle hugged her, then helped Amanda out of her dress and left her in privacy.

Minutes later Amanda stepped out of the fitting room. She scanned the shop, then spotted Giselle standing by the enclosed stairway. Giselle signaled her. Let us go upstairs. I am famished and you must be, also.

Amanda thought Giselle’s one bedroom flat