Chapter Thirty-OneArriving at Deep Water's cabin, White Dove took the horses to the little outhouse with its open front and roof of tarpaulin at the rear, whilst the men went inside, Simms to stock up the fire and Deep Water to bathe his wounded thigh.
Outside, as she unbuckled the saddles and laid them across a rail, White Dove stopped at the approach of the other woman. She smiled.
“My name is Melody,” said the woman, stepping up close. “I never got the chance to thank you.”
“I did not do so very much.”
“You saved us from those awful savages and…” She stopped, noticing White Dove's dark stare. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean—”
“Many people believe all Natives are savages. Some are, most are not.”
“I know, that's what I was trying to—”
“They must have wanted you bad to have come after yo
