Red Horse lay on his back, his legs around Robert’s waist. Robert was buried deep inside him. He looked down on the handsome face of his brave with intensity. He was close, so close. He didn’t want this to end, not yet. He wanted the union of their bodies to drive from him the last vestiges of his resistance. Daniel was now fully one with the Shawnee. He, Robert, was of Indian blood; he should be one with them, with Red Horse. Why could he not let go, let go of the memory of a love that was only partially returned? He brought the two of them to the brink of climax and backed off again.
His desire was for this man. But could it have been this way with Nathaniel? How could he be united with Red Horse and even think the name of another? Red Horse leaned up and at the same time pulled Robert
