Chapter 13

Maverick looked down at Kee-dah, taking her slender hand into his broad, calloused palm. "I told you, Chief. I don't give up what's mine."

Three weeks later, as the autumn sun painted the eastern mesas in shades of gold, rose, and deep purple, a grand gathering was held beside the riverbank.The entire camp assembled near the shade of the giant cottonwood trees—elders, warriors, women, and children.Standing beside the clear, flowing water were Maverick Cole and Kee-dah.Maverick wore a clean wool shirt, his leather boots polished, his dark hair trimmed. Kee-dah wore a magnificent buckskin dress embroidered with intricate silver and turquoise beads that caught the bright sunlight like stars.Lobo Negro stood before them, holding a small clay bowl filled with clear river water and a braided strand of sweetgrass."Water," Lobo Negro declared, his deep voice carrying across the quiet river, "is the blood of the earth. It does not belong to one man. It belongs to those who protect it, those who nourish it, and those who build their hearths beside its banks."He dipped the braided sweetgrass into the river water, sprinkling gentle drops over their joined hands."Today," the chief continued, looking into their eyes, "two trails become one path. The stranger who carried dust has found his water. The daughter who carried shadow has found her sun."Maverick looked down into Kee-dah’s dark, radiant eyes. He took a simple silver ring—hammered from a Mexican coin by the camp’s silversmith—and slipped it gently onto her finger."I give you my word, Kee-dah," Maverick whispered softly, his gray eyes shining with an honest, unshakeable love. "I will stand by your side as long as this river flows."Kee-dah reached up, her small hand gently framing his sun-darkened jawline. "You do not need to give me words, Maverick," she whispered back, a beautiful, radiant smile illuminating her face. "You showed me your heart three weeks ago when you chose to earn my hand instead of trading for it."A joyful cheer erupted from the people along the riverbank. The young warriors raised their rifles into the air, firing a salute that echoed off the high sandstone cliffs, while the women sang traditional songs of blessing that drifted through the green cottonwood leaves.

By early spring of the following year, the eastern bend of the river had transformed.Where there had once been open grass and wild willow brush, there now stood a solid, broad-porched log cabin, built of hand-hewn ponderosa pine and river stone.A sturdy pole barn sat nearby, holding four fat horses and a winter supply of sweet meadow hay. A large vegetable garden flourished in the rich black soil behind the house, irrigated by clean water channels fed directly by the river.Maverick Cole stood on the wide wooden porch, leaning his elbows against the railing, watching the morning sun rise over the eastern mesas.

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