Bab 35: Chapter 35

My mind held onto the image of the handsome man longer than was normal. I do not usually dote on the looks of other males. Was my unrequited yen for young Lucas still too fresh, or was I drawn to the man because he lived the life I unconsciously longed for? I had lived peacefully among white men since I was ten-summers-old. Perhaps my heart yearned to throb with a warrior’s pulse.

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I headed straight for the blacksmith shop in Yanube City. Timo Bowers was well-regarded in town and would likely know what was going on with Hardcastle and his clique of Indian haters. He gave me a huge grin as I entered his forge.

“Otter, good to see you.” The smith frowned suddenly. “I heard what happened. I am sorry about that young man and his mother.”

Relieved Timo had introduced the subject, I accepted his American handshake and asked what he knew of the affair.