The Warrior's Captive Bride. Jenna Kernan

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       Chapter Two

      Night Storm held his bow poised. Beside him, his dog whined and crept forward, gray eyes fixed on the woman as he wagged his narrow tail. He ordered his dog to stay and Frost dropped to the ground.

      Skylark’s eyes went wide as he held her in his sights. Had she now realized that he had not mistaken her for game but was intentionally targeting her?

      She lifted her hands and waved them before her.

      “You know me. I am Crow!” Her voice rose in volume and pitch on her last word.

      “I know you.” He held the bow steady.

      She shook her head, her expression bewildered.

      “Witch. Remove the curse,” he said.

      “What?”

      “Witch! You cursed me.”

      Her head shook from side to side. “I am not a witch.”

      “It is what a witch would say. Remove the curse or I will shoot.”

      Her eyes narrowed, sparkling bright as she fixed them upon him, and for just a moment he feared she would bring on another spell. But his vision remained clear and he heard no ringing in his ears.

      “Even if that were true, killing a witch would not end a curse.”

      That made him hesitate. He had not expected the witch to do anything but what he asked. Why did she not fall to her knees and weep like an ordinary woman? Instead, she met his gaze with an unwavering one.

      His grip tightened on the bow, but his conviction faltered.

      “The spell you had here in the forest. You think I caused that?”

      “And the ones that have followed.”

      “Why would I do that?” she asked.

      “Witches need no reason to curse a man.”

      “Of course they do.”

      “You knew that I would take you with me, so you stopped me.” Doubts filled him. Was this just another trick?

      She scowled as if his words angered her. “You say I did this thing. Now, I will tell you what I did do. When you fell, I went to you and put you on your side so you would not choke on your blood. I put your bag under your head, to protect you from striking the ground.’

      He stared, not knowing what to believe. Although the tension in the flexed bow urged him to release his arrow, he pointed it at the ground.

      “Did you find your horse tied to a tree?”

      He had.

      Astonishment filled him. All she said was so. He had awakened on the ground beside his dog with his bag under his head like a pillow. The buffalo skin he used as a saddle blanket covered his body and his horse had waited patiently for him, saddle hanging over a branch by his side.

      She lifted her chin as if he had answered her.

      He released the tension of his bow, easing it back to rest but keeping the arrow notched.

      “If I meant you harm, why did your dog not attack me then or now? I have not cursed you. I have saved you.”

      “You are not a witch?”

      “I am a medicine woman and the daughter of a heyoka. I heal with bark, roots and growing things. I help people as I helped you. I do not curse them.”

      His skin turned to gooseflesh again. He slung his bow over his shoulder and returned the arrow to the quiver on his back. If he needed a weapon, his ax and his knife were close at hand and he could throw both with deadly accuracy. Neither, however, could defend against magic.

      “Have you asked your medicine man to help you?” asked Skylark.

      He had not. Because to do so was to admit to all that he was no longer a man.

      “I do not need medicine. I need only find the one who has cursed me.”

      “You could come with me to my home and consult with our medicine man. Spirit Bear is very powerful.”

      He would not be seeing her shaman, either. Word would travel from her village to his at the winter gathering, and he would lose his place as a warrior of the Black Lodges. That was his deepest fear. He must keep this secret and find a cure.

      His gaze fixed on this medicine woman.

      Could she help him?

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