"True," said Sun Woman, picking up her basket of herbs and bark. "Only you can do that, daughter."
She turned to White Bear. "If Redbird does not welcome you into this wickiup I share with her and Eagle Feather, I cannot invite you inside."
With that Sun Woman turned abruptly and trudged off toward the river.
Eagle Feather!
Redbird threw an exasperated look after Sun Woman.
Redbird's anger made White Bear feel as if one of the long knives' cannonballs had crushed his chest. Perhaps if he could put his arms around her she would remember how she had loved him. He took a step toward her, reaching for her.
She stepped back quickly, bent down and picked up a rock. "Go away. Now!"
How graceful all her movements are.
The rock was gray and somewhat larger than her fist. It had sharp, irregular edges and looked as if it had been used to chip arrowheads.
He said, "You would not be this angry at me if you did not want me back. Why did you refuse every man who asked for you?"