Chapter 2
“You want to try some?” he asked, laughing.
“No,” Small Hawk shouted.
Fox Cub laughed and threw the stick away. “You want to try what White Wolf did?” he said in a teasing voice, pulling his loincloth aside and thrusting his hips.
For a moment, the desire to assent to the suggestion surged through his body. But once again, Small Hawk refused. “No, you’re crazy. Of course I don’t.”
Fox Cub laughed and adjusted his garment. “Well, now you see. I told you Lean Bear was a squaw inside a man.”
“Yes, I see,” said Small Hawk, shaking his head. “I feel sorry for him.”
“Sorry?” Fox Cub echoed. “Why? My father says some men are born that way and it is how they get their pleasure—by giving pleasure to other men in need.”
“Will he ever marry? Have a family? Find love?”
“Why would he want that? He’s different. This is the life he wants. He does not need love. Love is for a man with a woman, not a man with a man.”