Shiloh said two days later. “I’m going crazy just laying around in your tepee and being waited on. Let me help with some of the work.” He didn’t answer right off but busied himself stacking the firewood he’d been gathering into a neat pile nearby. Finally, though, he met her gaze. “You need to rest that shoulder until it’s well healed. And that pretty much makes you one-handed for a while longer.” “A person can do a lot with one hand,” she countered. “I could help gather wood. I could make bread and do a lot of the cooking. And I could even air out the buffalo robes and—” “You also need to rest and regain your strength,” he interjected. “You still tire easily, and you still look a little pale.” “And you’re being overprotective! I’m not a child, you know.” “Fine,” Jesse said with a roll of his eyes. “Come down to the creek with me while I fetch water. You can pick up any tinder you find along the way.” Grinning broadly, Shiloh shoved to her feet.
