He could read the terror in her eyes and knew what she was feeling. “I will not depart without first seeing you.” “You are leaving now?” she asked, seeing the glittering intensity reflected in his eyes. “I must set up camp and tend the horses.” Without ceremony, Wolf Runner nodded to Bold Eagle and left abruptly. Cheyenne felt bereft. She struggled, not wanting to show her feelings, but evidently she did not quite succeed. Bold Eagle saw her forlorn expression and frowned. “Do not think you are alone, Granddaughter. You will dwell in my tipi with my two wives and me. They will be happy to have an extra pair of hands to help with the work.” She was reminded that the Indian saw no wrong in taking more than one wife. “Is one of your women my grandmother?” she asked hopefully. Bold Eagle shook his head sorrowfully. “Your grandmother has been dead for many winters. She was my first wife, and my favorite. Cloud Woman would have been happy to welcome home the daughter of her daughter if she were here.”
