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Chapter 2 - Part B

Spirit Bear waited. He was amused at her defiance. Of course the winyan had no choice but to accept his assistance. She was weaker than she realized. The sunka had nearly killed her in his great lust to take her. Clenching his jaw, he felt the rage rack his body yet again. In Indian villages, winyan and tiwahe wiconi, family life, was cherished above all else.

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Kaitlin finished her business and waited for him to turn to her. She saw his hands clenched at his sides, and it frightened her. Was he angry because she needed this time? She studied him from behind. She did not want to push his patients.

His long black hair was braided in one lone plait today. It was adorned by two erect red eagle feathers tipped in black that were strategically placed on the back of his head. A few leather streamers festooned with bear teeth dangled from his head.

He was about six feet in height and well-muscled. His broad shoulders tapered to narrow hips, and his back muscles rippled under the bronze skin even though he was merely standing. His defined shoulders bulged and his biceps and triceps coiled with his fists clenched so.

He wore soft leather leggings and a breechcloth. Decorated moccasins adorned his feet. He also had one leather arm band in which two more of the black-tipped red eagle feathers were attached. The bear claw necklace encircled his neck was tied at the back with a leather tong. He radiated unbridled maleness, wild and free.

"Yucoya?" he asked, disrupting her study of him.

"Um, I don't know what you just said, but I'm ready," Kaitlin answered.

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When he turned to face her, the rage in his face melted. He did not mean to frighten the winyan. It was her protection, or lack of, that brought about his anger for the white dogs!

"Miye canzeka sni," he reassured her. He tried to let her know he was not angry. "Uwa yo wanna." He lightly traced his finger down her shoulder to her elbow before supporting it once more.

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Kaitlin was surprised that his touch could stir her so easily. It was if this virile man could read her thoughts, for he smiled. The unanimous human trait for joy and reassurance transformed his fearsome face into a striking one that all women would swoon before.

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Noticing the shocked look on her face brought about by his smile, Spirit Bear grinned even broader. He realized the golden winyan found him attractive! He found that to be promising, for it would help her accept her place in his life easier.

Spirit Bear had never owned a slave before although in war with other tribes, it was common practice to take survivors as slaves. Usually only winyan and wakanheja were spared, for wicasa were too dangerous to let live. If they escaped, they were sure to return with reinforcements. Revenge and retaliation were sure things; they would take out their greatest toka before they entered the spirit world themselves. Women and children, on the other hand, were protected. Warriors did not kill them lightly.

There were two wayaka in his village now. One Pawnee winyan belonged to Zuzeca Pazan, which translated to Snake Strike. They were well-suited for one another. The villagers had decided the name of the winyan should be Nakpa Ihli, for she made one's ear sore to listen to her complaints and vindictiveness. She had been publically punished many times for her disrespect. In fact, Spirit Bear suspected that Zuzeca Pazan took every opportunity to punish his winyan. He somehow derived pleasure from the deed, and that defied the Indian way.