Inside the lodge fire burned brightly. He let the robe drop from his shoulders, tied the flap and turned to his wife. He was surprised to see her still lying under the tatanka robe. Walks with Moon flashed a wide smile. Her eyelids lowered and lips pursed seductively, she threw the robe back from herself, revealing the splendor of her lithe, trim body. “You should give me your thanks properly, husband.” She raised one hand, crooked her forefinger and wagged it, inviting him back to the buffalo robe.
Eagle Talon lost himself in the comfort of her touch, her passion drawing the worry from his mind, her tenderness like a salve to his heart.
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