Chapter 3

“Oh, you’re hungry. Time to eat.”

“Hau, hong gra, tim to eee.” Tatanka tried in English.

“Good,” Lee praised the attempt and rose from the ground. He walked to his saddlebags and pulled out the only food he had: the beans.

Tatanka furrowed his brow and shook his head. He rose and trotted off into the woods.

Lee stood for a moment with his mouth open. Now where’s he off to?he thought. Then out loud. “I hope ya’ll come back,” he shouted after him. Shit, that was dumb. He don’t understand English!

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Kneeling by the fire, fully dressed now his clothes were dry, Lee was about to cook his beans. He lamented having been so bold with sexual innuendo during the language lesson.

Shit, probably scared the breeches offin’ him. Not that it wouldn’t have been a bad idea.In spite of his disappointment at Tatanka’s abrupt exit, he smiled at the thought of what might have been hidden beneath the deerskin.