Chapter 97

“You did what?” I rounded on him with a ladle in my grip. A cold hand grasped my heart as I realized my earlier fears had come to pass.

Surprised, Lone Eagle stuttered. “He…he’s too old to hang around like he does! Have you looked at him lately? He’s a man!”

“This is his home!” I snarled. “Go get him.”

“I will not. People will talk. His pipe’s too big.”

“Go tell him to come home,” I said in a deadly voice.

“You act like he’s putting it to you!” my husband complained.

“You know better. He doesn’t think of me that way, and I don’t do it with anyone but you.”

“You better not,” he said lamely. “But I will think about it and give you my decision tomorrow.”

“Decision my bum! This is the boy’s home. You can’t deny it to him!”

“He can sleep in the bachelors’ tent…tonight.”