Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Lanolyt
Star
- Joined
- May 2, 2011
- Location
- Midwest, Eastern time
Calvin Twocrows looked down at the sleeping woman and his heart jumped again. Not because she was gorgeous. Oh, she was pretty enough. A full figure with a womanly bosom; halfway along in her pregnancy, she was still attractive. Her dark waist-length hair had been neatly gathered into a ponytail by the hospital staff. She had a pretty face and was in her young twenties. No, it was because of who she was that his heart skipped a beat. Gwen Ryder - wife of Mack Ryder, head of the Oklahoma Gang.
He had come from his office, which was perched on the border of the reservation. Ryder and his people had used the federal laws regarding Indian sovereignty to their advantage. As the area’s federal agent, Calvin was the only man in the area able to work in both worlds, so he was constantly getting called in when pursuit hit the border. Dark eyes set in a solid face more rugged than handsome, he had few attachments. After the way veterans of the great war had been treated, and with his heroism and medals, Uncle Sam had realized that his tribal status and mixed blood made him perfect as an Indian agent.
Reading the doctor’s report; attempted strangulation, beaten, loss of all personal memory…this poor girl had been through a lot. If she went back, she’d likely be killed. Well, Ryder had done enough damage.
“Doctor, I’m signing her out. She’s now under witness protection and you will release all her records to me. No one here saw her or remembers her, got it?”
The Doctor started to protest, but something in the eyes of the tanned man before him froze the words in his throat. He just nodded and gathered all the papers. She’d been given a sedative, so getting her into a wheelchair and down to Calvin’s car was easy.
Stopping at the Court records office was not hard. A judge there owed him big and was willing to backdate a marriage certificate for him. He also destroyed the record of Ryder’s marriage to her.
He’d been driving for an hour, and was still trying to decide just what to do when she awoke. Her frightened eyes asked him unspoken questions and he made a fateful decision. “Gwen, honey. It’s me, Calvin, your husband. I’m so glad I found you again. After those bastards kidnapped you, I thought I’d go mad. But now you’re safe and I’ll never let them have you. We’re heading back to our house on the edge of the reservation. Do you remember the reservation? It’s OK, don’t worry darling.” His hand lifted hers to kiss.
“You’ve been through too much. I’ve taken some time off my police work so we can get reacquainted.”
This could work. He’d joked with the people that he had a white wife he was hiding before, so producing one would not cause alarm. And there was the fact that he knew Gwen. She was eight years younger than his thirty, and has literally been the little girl next door in his white neighborhood where his white father had insisted they live. Now, her family was gone and there was no on to say he wasn’t what he claimed.
He turned to her as he stopped the car in the driveway. Softly, he took her chin and kissed her.
He had come from his office, which was perched on the border of the reservation. Ryder and his people had used the federal laws regarding Indian sovereignty to their advantage. As the area’s federal agent, Calvin was the only man in the area able to work in both worlds, so he was constantly getting called in when pursuit hit the border. Dark eyes set in a solid face more rugged than handsome, he had few attachments. After the way veterans of the great war had been treated, and with his heroism and medals, Uncle Sam had realized that his tribal status and mixed blood made him perfect as an Indian agent.
Reading the doctor’s report; attempted strangulation, beaten, loss of all personal memory…this poor girl had been through a lot. If she went back, she’d likely be killed. Well, Ryder had done enough damage.
“Doctor, I’m signing her out. She’s now under witness protection and you will release all her records to me. No one here saw her or remembers her, got it?”
The Doctor started to protest, but something in the eyes of the tanned man before him froze the words in his throat. He just nodded and gathered all the papers. She’d been given a sedative, so getting her into a wheelchair and down to Calvin’s car was easy.
Stopping at the Court records office was not hard. A judge there owed him big and was willing to backdate a marriage certificate for him. He also destroyed the record of Ryder’s marriage to her.
He’d been driving for an hour, and was still trying to decide just what to do when she awoke. Her frightened eyes asked him unspoken questions and he made a fateful decision. “Gwen, honey. It’s me, Calvin, your husband. I’m so glad I found you again. After those bastards kidnapped you, I thought I’d go mad. But now you’re safe and I’ll never let them have you. We’re heading back to our house on the edge of the reservation. Do you remember the reservation? It’s OK, don’t worry darling.” His hand lifted hers to kiss.
“You’ve been through too much. I’ve taken some time off my police work so we can get reacquainted.”
This could work. He’d joked with the people that he had a white wife he was hiding before, so producing one would not cause alarm. And there was the fact that he knew Gwen. She was eight years younger than his thirty, and has literally been the little girl next door in his white neighborhood where his white father had insisted they live. Now, her family was gone and there was no on to say he wasn’t what he claimed.
He turned to her as he stopped the car in the driveway. Softly, he took her chin and kissed her.