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"Stop asking so many questions, Emma. I'll be back, when I'm
back."
"Why are you so angry?" asked Emma.
"I ain't angry."
"You certainly sound it," said Emma, putting her Bible away.
Feeling the muscles in his jaw tighten, Josiah forced himself to ease off. "Don't
wait lunch fer me. If I can't find game before sundown, I'll sleep in the valley."
As Josiah placed his Hawken on the table, he heard Emma come up behind him. Two graceful
arms wrapped around his chest, and he felt Emma rest her head against his back.
"Hurry home as soon as you can," she said in the gentle voice Josiah had
come to love so much. "Don't stay away longer than you have to. I don't like
sleeping alone, and neither do you."
Feeling a little playful, Josiah turned about in Emma's arms until they were face
to face. "What are you meaning? I like having the buffalo robes all to myself."
A small knowing smile crept across Emma's lips. "Are you sure you have to go?"
"We need the food, afore we go through all our winter jerky."
Emma leaned against him, and Josiah heard her sigh wistfully. "God keep you
safe, My Love."
A sense of helplessness coursed through Josiah, until he felt it encroach upon his
very soul. At that moment, he would have done anything to make Emma happy. Anything.
Even become a Christian. Drowning himself in her arms, Josiah kissed his wife until
her embrace grew tighter.
Instead of feeling pleasure, however, Josiah felt trapped. More and more, his soul
was clinging to Emma, and it disturbed him greatly.
Pushing Emma aside, he went to retrieve some jerky for his trip.
"Are you sure you're not angry?" asked Emma.
"Stop hovering over me like a mother hen, Emma! I said wasn't angry, so let
me be before I change my mind." Josiah bundled some things into a heavy buffalo
robe, and then bound it with sinew. To his annoyance, Mary came to watch him pack,
keeping him in a disagreeable mood.
Josiah felt hedged in on every side, and needed some escape.
After receiving a long goodbye kiss from Emma, Josiah headed outside, glad for the
freedom. Let the women have the lodge, he would have the mountains!
In Josiah's haste to get away from Emma and Mary, he could find no soft spot in his
heart to be anything but glad that he was out on his own again. Even though it was
only to go hunting, he wouldn't have to endure hearing another word about adultery,
and how he was such a bad man. There would be no little girl with eyes so much like
her mother's, and no guilt to continually fight against. Here, he could do as he
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