“I’m worried,” said Soaring Hawk to Lean Bear. They had just made love by the light of the fire in the pit of Lean Bear’s lodge. “It seems our secret may become known.”
Soaring Hawk lay on his stomach. Lean Bear was stretched out beside him, resting on his elbow, tracing the muscles of the brave’s back with his finger. Occasionally he would lean down to kiss his shoulder.
“We could solve this if you’d be willing to let it be known that you prefer men to women. We could be together then.”
“And I’d be expected to be used by men in need. I could not do that.” Soaring Hawk rolled onto his side and looked into Lean Bear’s eyes.
The man looked away. “I do that, I have all my life.” He looked back at the brave. “Do you look down on me for it?”
“No.”
Soaring Hawk reached out and ran his hand down the man’s cheek.