I have to hurry up and get ready, so I'm keeping this very brief.
Needless to say, I don't feel lousy like I did yesterday. I plan to work on my short story today, now that I'm feeling a lot better.
Wish me luck!
Lois
A blog for my writing and artwork. I have been writing all my life, with the exception of a few years when I suffered from severe writer's block. I have been drawing even longer. I am also an amateur digital photographer and a beginner in digital scrapbooking.
Fox and Amabil stayed with their Cheyenne neighbors for several days. Fox took every chance he could get to spend time with Olivia. He respected their customs and never tried to see her secretly. They always remained in the open where others could see them. He never touched her or kissed her, though he wanted to, and when he and Amabil finally began their journey back to their hogan in the valley, it was with sad hearts that they departed.2,474 words written so far today!
Broken Wing traveled with them and he saw the sadness in Fox's eyes as they talked.
“You miss my sister?”
“Yeah, I do,” Fox sighed.
“My father likes you. I think you have won him over,” Broken Wing grinned.
“What do I do now?” Fox asked.
“How many horses do you have?”
“What?” Fox asked in surprise.
“How many horses do you have?” Broken Wing repeated.
“Twelve,” Fox answered.
“Hmmm,” Broken Wing murmured. “You could offer ten of them. That might convince him.”
“What are you talkin' 'bout?” Fox asked, frustrated.
“It is customary among my people to offer horses to the family of the girl you wish to marry.”
“You're serious?” Fox asked.
Broken Wing nodded. “My opinion will carry much weight, but since I no longer live in my father's house, and there are no more brothers, the final word will be my father's.”
“So, what do I do?”
“You and Amabil should gather ten of your horses and ready them for the trip. Once you arrive in our village, Amabil will lead the horses to my father's tipi and leave them there. By the following day, if the horses are gone, you will know he has accepted.”
“And what do I do while I'm waitin'?”
“You will stay with me, of course!” Broken Wing grinned.
Fox looked at his friend, studying him. “You're not pullin' my leg, are you?”
“Pulling your leg?” Broken Wing asked, a puzzled expression on his handsome face.
“You know, jokin'.”
“Oh, no, I am not pulling your leg. This is the way it is done among my people. The Lakota and other tribes have similar traditions.”