(Chapter 6)(sacred)
(Brants p.o.v)
I couldn't believe my beautiful woman was going to have my baby. Uh oh she was having my baby, I couldn't not be there for her. I walked into my tent that Indian tribe had made for me out of generosity for me keeping them safe from the whites that couldn't keep their promises.
I had developed a wonderful relationship with the majority of the tribe. I wrote her back.
Dear, Jewels
I'm happy we're having a baby, I'll be home soon, the territories
have become better, I've got new found friends here, but it won't fill the void that has developed in my chest since I left you. I can't wait to be home, and I'm coming home in a few months.
Sincerely,
Brant Graves
I sent it in an envelop with money I had made, or stolen, didn't much matter.
I sent it her way, it was a lot of money; I hoped she used the money for all she needed.
I rode for a while, an Indian child ran after me. I stopped my horse so she wouldn't get hurt. She was around 4 or 5, she reached for me. I smiled. I leaned over the side of my horse and picked up the little girl. She smiled at me. She took my hat off, and pulled her necklace off. It was one with a sacred Native American chief head, cut into a medallion. She put it over my head and it hung around my neck , the medallion coming to my mid chest. She smiled.
"You come back?" She asked. "Yes ma'am". I say and I kissed her cheek. I let her down and she waved at me and hurried back over to her mother.
I smiled .
I was headed home to the love of my life and my unborn baby.
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The Outlaw
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