The four of them sat around the fire. It was late; they had just ridden out of Rose Creek three days ago. Sam looked across the flickering flames to the Comanche that was staring down into his lap.His face looked peaceful, he was completely relaxed. Sam had never seen the stoic man in such a state of calm. His usually protective and tense stance was now loose and he looked like a man that just wanted to sleep for a long time. Sam shifted his eye sight down to the woman laying her head on Red's thigh.
Her eyes were closed and her chest raised slowly in a rhythmic pattern, sleeping. Her long red hair was tied into a beautiful braid that Red had done only hours before, and her pale skin was graced with a pink blush that spread across her cheeks and nose. Her freckles stood out among the red and orange that was casting on her face from the fire. His hand was gently resting on her cheek. Occasionally his thumb would stroke across the skin under her eye.
"How did you two meet, anyway, amigo?" Vasquez questioned. Red's head snapped up to look at the men on the other side of the fire. He shook his head, like he was resisting the urge to speak.
"You never did tell us," Sam urged. Red looked like he was lost in thought; his eyes were off in some sort of memory. He then looked back down to the sleeping woman. A small smile spread across his face and into his eyes.
"It was the middle of the night, the snow had just stopped falling," He began.
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Red Harvest's Winter
FanficThe four of them sat around the fire. Sam looked across the flickering flames to the Comanche that was staring down into his lap. Sam shifted his eye sight down to the woman laying her head on Red's thigh. Her eyes were closed and her chest raised...
