“Come,” Chief Red Hawk motioned toward the entrance. “You are searching for your wife? Gretjen has hair like the sun as well as her sons. They must be your family…”
“Yes!” a grin tugged at George’s lips at the description of his wife. “I would love to see my family, although that is not the reason I have come to you.”
The chief was silent as he led the way into the shadowy interior.
“Pappa!” Claus cried out, instantly jumping up and running full-tilt into his father’s open arms.
George held the young boy close, kissing the top of his head as he held out his arm to his other sons. Gretjen, adjusting Toris in her arms, joined her husband, pressing close against his side. His focus still on the chief, George winked at his wife. He muffled a chuckle at her instant blush.
Chief Red Hawk didn’t miss the exchange and for a fleeting moment once more longed to have a wife of his own...a marriage such as theirs.