The sun was beginning to set when the tribe stopped once again to set up camp for the night. Chief Long Knife glanced up at the orange-streaked sky, sighing heavily before turning toward the small campfire.
Hunching down, he stretched his palms toward the crackling flames, his thoughts distant. If he were honest, he wished they were making better time, but it could not be helped. He would not risk any harm coming to the infants or their mothers. Speaking of which…
Chief Long Knife turned his gaze from the flames, looking among the women milling about preparing the evening meal for a glimpse of his wife. She must be taking care of Torris, he surmised before turning to the tall blonde who was seeking to gain his attention.
Not needing an invitation, Kajirowirago lowered his voice. “My w
