Chapter Twelve
Autumn walked through the woods just below the Seventh’s camp, looking for firewood. It was a little past sunset, but still twilight.
“You need help, Apache?”
Autumn jerked around at the sound of the man’s voice, almost dumping her armload of wood. “Lojab, can’t you whistle or something when you’re sneaking up on a woman?”
“I ain’t sneaking, I just wanted to help.” He put his hand on her shoulder.
Autumn narrowed her eyes on his hand. “I know what you want.” She shoved away his hand.
“Well, good. That’s saves a lot of small talk.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You’re not like the others, are you?”
“Other what?” She knelt to pick up a dead branch and added it to her armload of wood.
“The other women. They don’t understand what I need.”
“Oh, I think they understand you pretty wel
