And suppose Redbird had waited for him? What would he do with Nancy then?
"No," she said. "If I went with you my father would hunt us down and Raoul would help him. And besides—" She hesitated.
"What else?"
She shook her head. "I'm too afraid. Indians frighten me. Not you. Real Indians."
Real Indians?
Anger pulsed in his head. He wanted to pull away from her then, but she wouldn't let him go. Her arms tightened around him, and her body moved against him.
"Auguste, do you know where it says in the Bible, 'Adam knew Eve, his wife'? I want to know you—that way."
Her soft words thrilled him, and he forgot his anger. He felt exalted, and he held her tightly. He had wanted Nancy ever since he met her last June. All summer long, desiring her, he had fought his desire.
He pressed his mouth on hers, crushing her soft, full lips. She was pulling at him now, pulling him down. Pulling him to lie with her between the rows of corn.
I must not do this.