Savage Spring Read Free

on her feet. “You and Joanna will always keep me in my place by reminding me who I am, will you not?”
    Morning Song smiled mischievously. “As long as your place is beside me.”
    Tag allowed his eyes to roam over Morning Song. Her doeskin gown was fringed and beaded with blue beads and green porcupine quills. The fullness of the gown hid the fact that she was carrying his child. Tag reached for her and clasped her tightly against him, feeling the roundness of her stomach. Turning her around, he molded her backside against him and lightly caressed her swollen stomach.
    “I am getting anxious for the child to be born. It will be a new and exciting experience to be a father,” he told her tenderly.
    “You will not have long to wait, my husband. My mother says the child will be delivered before the new moon,” Morning Song told him.
    “In that case, we had better see that you do not overwork. I want you to start taking better care of yourself. I will see that Joanna and your mother help you.”
    “Please do not say anything to them. Already my mother and your sister treat me as an invalid. I am very strong and can take care of my duties to you and our tipi without help. I like doing things for you, my husband.”
    His laughter was deep as he took her arm and led her back to the village. As always, his laughter was infectious, and Morning Song felt her heart growing lighter. Tag had filled her life with laughter and happiness. She knew no one could possibly be as happy as she was.
    By the time they reached the village, it had begun to snow. Tag lifted Morning Song into his arms and carried her into their tipi. Once inside, he laid her down and dropped down beside her. Morning Song shivered with feelings of delight as his hand trailed down her neck and across her breasts to rest on her stomach. She saw desire fan to life in the depths of his blue eyes and felt an answering longing within herself.
    “Hurry and have our child, Morning Song. I want to make love to you.”
    She touched a strand of his hair. “I, too, want this. You will not have to wait too much longer, my husband.”
    Tag pulled away from her, knowing he must put his desire aside before it raged out of control. Morning Song was too near her delivery date for him to make love to her.
    “Perhaps I should take another wife to satisfy the fire that burns within me,” he said teasingly. Tag watched the pain dance fleetingly across Morning Song’s face, and was immediately sorry that his teasing had hurt her.
    “It is your right to take another wife if you so desire,” she whispered through trembling lips.
    Tag tilted her face up to him, and a tear dropped onto his hand. “My sweet Morning Song—I will never have any need for another wife—I was but jesting. I shall live to be an old man without ever having loved any woman but you. Have we not loved each other since we were children?”
    Morning Song nodded, unable to speak for a moment. “I would not object if you were to enforce your right in taking another wife,” she said with effort.
    He smiled. “I think no one would want to be a wife to me. If I took another, all she would ever do would be the cooking and cleaning while I lay on the mat with you.”
    Morning Song laughed delightedly. “I was not telling the truth when I said I wouldn’t mind, Tag. I do not like the thought of your touching another woman.”
    Tag leaned forward and captured her lips with his. A warmth and contentment spread throughout his body. When Morning Song was in his arms, he could forgot about the restlessness for a time.
    Morning Song turned her head and kissed his cheek. “Tag, I know of this feeling inside you that will not give you peace. I feel this part of you that cries out to the white world. If it is your wish to go and face this thing that causes your unrest, I will understand. Go and settle this thing between you and your uncle. I will wait for you to return.”
    Tag pulled her tightly against him. He had