Red Harvest's Winter
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Last published Fri, May 31, 2019
The 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 slowly in a rhythmic pattern, sleeping. 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.
"You never did tell us," Sam urged. Red looked like he was lost in thought; he then looked back down to the sleeping woman."
"It was the middle of the night, the snow had just stopped falling," He began.
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