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Song on the Midnight Wind

Chapter 1

    It was a beautiful night, the moon was full, the spirits were high, the Indians danced. Desert Rain took it all in, a smile curving her mouth as she watched the young braves circle the crackling fire. She felt Bow Arm squeeze her tightly beneath the buffalo robe that engulfed them. This was as close as they had been able to get in three days and she felt as if they were sharing the same skin, becoming one person. She laughed softly. She was so happy.
    She had missed her new husband while he was away on the hunt. It seemed that he had been gone forever, even though he had only been gone three days. It was a necessary hunt and she knew he had to go, but they had only been married a week when the time had arrived for the first hunt of the spring.
    She glanced at her tall, muscular husband. Arm Bow was young and strong, his long black hair teased her face as he bobbed his head to the beat of the ceremonial drum. He was the one all of the young maidens sought for companionship. How had she gotten so lucky?
    He had always told her that it was her eyes that first attracted him to her. He said they shone brighter than the Dog Star. She had never been so happy in her life. He filled her days with joy. Just watching him joking and cavorting with his friends made her laugh. He filled her nights with love. She knew they were the envy of many in the encampment. Maybe that was the real reason for the light in her eyes.
    "Arm Bow, dance with us!"
    Arm Bow looked up at his friend and smiled. "Ai, Cloud Maker, should I leave the warmth of this robe to dance with you?"
    Cloud Maker smiled a wide, toothy smile. "I think the robe is not what brings you such warmth, my brother."
    Desert Rain's cheeks flushed red and she dipped her head in embarrassment.
    Cloud Maker stepped forward and extended his hand. "Come on, Bow, you must dance. You had a big part in the hunt, you must tell your story."
    "I'll be right back, Rain, wait for me." Arm Bow kissed his wife on the forehead and stepped from the robe. He took Cloud Maker's arm and approached the other dancers.
    Desert Rain watched her husband tell his story in dance. She watched as his lean, tanned body danced around the fire circle. The yellowish flames turned his body to copper as he acted out his part in the hunt.
    Someone tossed Arm Bow a stick as he began the old dance. He acted out the part of the trackers, bending low as he shuffled around the fire. Using the stick, he pretended to point out the tracks of the elk they were seeking. He used the stick like a cane as he pointed to one spot and then another, reversing direction, and reversing again to illustrate the long time they had spent in tracking. The drums beat steadily on and Arm Bow's dance became more frantic as he imitated the warriors' joy as the elk were spotted. He began to run and jump around the fire to demonstrate the dispersal of the hunters. Suddenly he dropped to the ground, crawling on all fours he acted out the stealthy approach he had taken. He raised to one knee, the stick standing in for the bow that had given him his name. He pulled the imaginary bow string back and released it with a deliberate motion.
    The warriors suddenly burst into dance. Sweeping Arm Bow up in their frenzy, they circled the fire whooping and dancing with more fervor now. The last story having been told, all that was left was the victory dance, a dance of thanksgiving to Usen who had arranged a bountiful hunt.
    Desert Rain's eyes lit the night.

    The dancing was over and the flames of the once raging fire were dying. Arm Bow once again snuggled with Desert Rain beneath their robe tipi.
    "Let's walk a little before we sleep." Desert Rain whispered.
    "Walk? Is that all that's on your mind?"
    Arm Bow's impish grin made her smile and she gave him a mock slug on the arm. "It may be if you do not behave yourself."
    Arm Bow threw aside the robe and stood up. "We will walk then."
    Desert Rain held tightly to Arm Bow's hand. It had always amazed her that the hand which caressed her so gently could turn to iron in battle. It was his gentle way with her that had won her heart. She knew that as a young warrior, he had responsibilities in the clan. He had to defend the others, he had to supply meat from the hunts, but he always had time to walk with her and talk with her. She knew he was the warrior of her heart.
    "The moon is so beautiful tonight," he whispered.
    "Yes, the old man is very clear tonight."
    Desert Rain laughed sweetly, recalling the story of the old man who had been banished to the moon. His image could be seen as he carried his wickiup across the face of the glowing ball of light. It was one of her favorite childhood stories.
    "Where shall we walk tonight, my sweet Rain?"
    "Can we walk the high trail? I would love to look out over the valley. The moon is so full and the night is so pretty. I would love to see the valley in this light."
    Arm Bow smiled and took his lovely wife in his arms. Gently his lips met hers. She was so sweet, so pretty, he could not refuse her. "Yes, we will walk the high trail."
    "It's alive, isn't it?" Desert Rain asked, as she peered over the valley from the top of the high trail.
    "It is alive. It lives and breathes, like you and I. The valley enjoys the night just as we do."
    "Listen. I hear NightHawk screaming for her mate."
    "Yes, but she must be careful, I hear Coyote the Trickster answering her call."
    Desert Rain laughed. She pulled away from Arm Bow and gave a shrill cry.
    Arm Bow smiled as Desert Rain imitated the call of the NightHawk perfectly. He replied with Coyote's howl.
    Desert Rain turned and began to run away from the trail. Arm Bow pursued her, knowing that she would not run far. It was a game they had played often.
    She ran into the trees, pretending to be NightHawk as she fluttered on the night winds.
    Arm Bow loped, pretending to be the Trickster weaving through the maze of trees.
    Desert Rain suddenly fell to the ground. She knew this place so well that it felt like home. It was a large patch of tall green grass, their secret place.
    She saw Arm Bow as he stepped from behind a tall pine. He crept toward her, imitating Coyote stalking his prey. She laughed louder now and feigned fear as the Trickster approached. Then he leapt onto her.
    They rolled in the soft grass, Desert Rain beat on his broad shoulders as they fought in the moonlight. Arm Bow wrapped his arms around her, rolling over and over, enjoying the warmth of her soft, delicate body.
    He looked up at her when they finally came to rest. She lay on top of him breathing heavily. "I love you, Desert Rain." He pulled her mouth to his.
    She kissed him willingly, deeply, as if life itself depended on this one kiss.
    His hands slid her tunic over her shoulders and he rolled her gently to the side. She was the most beautiful creature in the forest and he meant to make her feel that way.
    Wiggling out of her tunic, Desert Rain released the rawhide cord that held Arm Bow's breach clout in place. He was full of desire and she meant for him to know the fulfillment of that desire like never before.
    She thrilled at his lips on her breasts as he pressed his body down on top of her. She felt his passion as it moved from her loins, into her stomach, up through her bosom and leapt from her throat in a soft purr. She was in the clutches of the Trickster, and that is where she meant to stay.
    Desert Rain watched the stars as they twinkled above her, encircling the moon in a necklace of white. She still felt the warmth of the love they had made, her body still shivering from the excitement. "Aren't the stars wonderful?"
    Arm Bow glanced at his wife. The starlight played across the sheen of her body. "They delight in your beauty."
    Desert Rain smiled and snuggled closer to his strength, her hands moving along his thighs, caressing him softly, lovingly. "Sing for me. Will you sing for me?"
    Arm Bow immediately began his song. It was a song that Desert Rain had heard many times, but she never tired of it. His voice was beautiful and it melted her heart.

"You give the moon its light, you give the stars their shine.
"The sun cannot rise without your smile.
"The wind whispers your name to the pines, and they bend to your will.
"The leaves dance at the sound of your voice, and the deer leap for joy.
"You give the birds their song, they sing of your beauty.
"You are the song on the midnight wind."

    Desert Rain rolled over to face her husband, taking his manhood once again in her hand. "Make love to me again, my husband. Love me forever."
    "I will my sweet. I will love you forever."

Chapter 2 - Song On The Midnight Wind

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