He would not do that. He would not go into her wickiup until she invited him. And in spite of the heaviness in his heart, in spite of the ache in his cheekbone and the pounding in his head, he believed that sooner or later invite him she would.
He turned his back on the empty doorway and sat down again.
The blue-eyed, brown-skinned boy was standing before him. A golden glow filled White Bear's chest.
"You are hurt," said the boy.
"It is nothing, Eagle Feather. A man must endure pain without complaint."
"Did my mother do that to you?"
"She wanted to punish me for staying away from you and her for so long. My name is White Bear."
"I know what your name is."
When he heard that, he was sure that he would win her back.
The boy darted around him.