Chapter 39

I lunged up to meet his thrusts. Moaning, crying aloud, glorying in the act. It was urgent, questing movement. It was noise and smells and dancing nerve endings. I wanted to shout my love for the world to hear. As soon as he froze in the throes of ejaculation, I filled my lungs and roared, “I love you Matthew Brandt. Shambling Bear.” My eyes focused on his strong, handsome face, and I murmured more easily, “I love you.”

Be careful what you promise, War Eagle.” 13

We lay side by side with our clothing spread over us to protect against the spring air. For a long while, we were silent. Then I spoke of my hemblechaand told of seeing him—as a shambling bear—on his way home. I confessed my disappointment when he didn’t show up last year. I related the rest of my Spirit Dream and how Otter and I had puzzled over the meaning of it. The mention of Otter robbed him of his ease.