Quicksilver Passion (129 page)

Colorado
. They were going to Colorado. Cherokee felt his heart leap at the thought of his love, but of course this war party would torture him. At least maybe that was better than slowly starving to death as he had been doing for the last few days since he had jumped from the deck of the
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White man, what do you do with the stick?”

He was only the dim outline of a big man on a horse.
I—I’m trying to catch a frog.”

The other’s saddle creaked as he dismounted.
You are hungry?”

Cherokee hesitated. He had too much pride to admit it.
Don’t come any closer or you will find out how strong I can swing this stick!”

You are brave indeed to try to hold us at bay with no weapons.” The other’s voice sounded gentle, sympathetic.
You don’t act as if you can see us.”

I can see well enough to knock your head from your shoulders if you come one step closer.” Cherokee retreated a little.

Are you Indian?”

Half-breed. Cherokee. Why do you care if you plan to kill me anyhow?”

The other grunted.
Soldier, I am Iron Knife of the Cheyenne. My chiefs will be meeting soon with the whites. We try to call a truce to this fighting.”

Cherokee held on to his stick.
Why should I believe you?”

The big form shrugged.
Why should you not? If I meant you harm, I would have already killed you. Do you think a silly stick would protect you against warriors who have counted many coups?”

It made sense, and anyway, he couldn’t fight them all. He lowered his stick.

The big form turned to the mounted men and spoke in their language, then turned back around.
We will camp here tonight and move on tomorrow. If you wish, you may ride with us.”