An Authorized Excerpt
Zoey lay still for a long time afterwards, her
breathing returning to normal. When she opened her eyes the
Indian Chief was gone. She jumped from the bed, ran into the
living room and looked at the painting above the mantle.
“Why did you go back? Did I dream all this?” she asked,
moving to reach up and touch the man’s lips. They were hot
to the touch and she saw the marks on his shoulders where
blood seeped from the marks she’d made on them. “You were
here, weren’t you? I didn’t dream it, did I? Will you be
back?”
When the Chief’s lips turned upwards in a smile, Zoey
heard the rain falling outside. Thunder boomed and lighting
flashed. “Have you ever made love in a storm under a night’s
sky?”
Zoey ran for the door and out into the yard, into the
darkened night. The grass was wet and soft beneath her feet.
The thunder rumbled its powerful voice, and when lightning
flashed, her Chief stood before her in all his naked glory.
She ran into his arms and felt them enclose her in a hugging
embrace. They slipped to the earth to roll amongst the
blades of grass.
Zoey laughed and had never felt so free. She loved the
baritone rumble of her Chief’s laughter as he pulled her
atop him.
