Chapter 25My tryst with Andre turned truly sour when I came face to face with Bella upon our return. Pleasure lit her eyes when we entered the cabin to find her standing at the cook stove. I do not believe she saw the quick tightening of the mouth that signaled her husband’s inner turmoil. And then James was once again prowling the recesses of my mind. His image was so clear I feared he had died, and his shade had come to call.
Not since the slaughter of my people had such distaste for this guilt-ridden white culture seized me so tightly. It was a strange guilt. One that dictated a man’s coupling should be shameful and secret, yet left him free to murder any native he pleased without culpability or conscience. And now, I was infected by their guilt with neither Billy nor James to ease me
