“Dancing Fox and I have reached an agreement. I will return with him to Pine Ridge. To Rivers Bend, in fact, where we will establish our own fire. I will be his win-tay wife, his second wife. Sweet Water is a good woman who will welcome me into her tipi.”
I studied the wood grain on the table. “I wish I had not hurt you so deeply. I am ready now.” I gave a bitter laugh. “When it is too late, I am finally ready.” I glanced at his left ear lobe. “It is too late, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Aye. I have given my commitment. My word. I will go with Dancing Fox. But I hope to hold onto your friendship.”
“You will always have my friendship. Don’t forget, you have some money coming when the trade goods are sold back east. I’ll send it to you. Let’s set up a messenger pigeon system between us, as we had before.”