Polly Chapter 9 Joe's Discovery

Polly didn't go right away. Her eyes never left him for several minutes before she put one foot in front of the other in an attempt to move forward.

Finally, he laughed. "I'm not gonna bite you," he assured her. "You're cold and I can keep you warm." He patted the ground in front of him. "I promise I won't bite you." He patted his mouth. "My teeth are not that sharp."

Polly took another step. She felt like she was a doll frozen in the one position.

He said nothing. The look on his face said it all. He patted the space again and waited.

This time she took several steps. Her skin was so cold she shivered.

Another step and she was finally there.

He waited. She dropped down to the ground and laid down not facing him and not saying a word.

He moved in closer to her and pulled the blankets around both of them.

"I promise," we will only sleep."

"My God!" he found himself saying to himself. "She's like an ice cube. I should have made her move faster." He pulled her back into his arms. She was so tiny. Her breathing was so shallow. Yet, she felt so right in his arms.

"I can't get excited," he assured himself. "I can't get hard. I've no right to want her or to love her." He focused on the chief in his mind.

"Find my daughter," he'd told him and when you do I'll reward you with more than you've ever had." He's stopped talking and then turned back. "More than you'd ever need."

That had been so attractive to him. He'd been promised to a little Indian woman named Pari. They had been waiting for years to marry. He'd tried his best to accomplish almost the impossible. He sighed and suddenly there Polly was.

Pari didn't seem to be so important anymore. She was provided for. The chief made sure of that. But...he felt his pants start to rise as Polly's breathing slowed down and sleep claimed her...

She was all he wanted in his life...Polly; the tiny little girl who everyone thought was white...

The night passed slowly. He found himself unable to sleep as he figured would happen. He found himself fighting not to get a hard on and once it happened he found himself trying to get it to go down. Her body was warm now and he found himself admiring her longish brownish hair. It wasn't the hair of an Indian median. But, it was the hair of Polly. He sighed the woman he'd fallen in love with without even trying.

"Finally," he sighed, morning approached. He softly unwrapped himself from Polly and stood up. His body ached. His penis hurt from growing hard and then soft. He'd never experienced so much torture in his life. But, he looked down at her. She was safe. That was all that was important.

He moved off into the woods relieved from the warmth of her body.

Polly awoke slowly. She'd felt so warm and safe all night long wrapped up in Joe's arms. She'd never felt safe with John. She'd felt, if anything, like something John owned but did not treasure. He liked his bragging rights.

She tossed the covers away from her body and felt the coolness of morning just as the sun was rising in the sky. She'd never been up that early before. The colors in the sky were amazing. They were so beautiful it was like they were singing. She could almost hear them. She kept looking at them and didn't notice when Joe walked back into the camp with his arms loaded with firewood.

He said nothing. Just quietly piled the wood up near the burning fire and watched her. Her little waist, her long brown hair blowing in the breeze, the way her eyes reflected the colors across the sky. He felt as if he'd gone to the maker and this was his gift for following and doing all the right things.

He cleared his throat. "We should have breakfast and be on our way," he found himself saying to really the wind as he didn't say it loud enough for her to hear.

She turned around suddenly having realized he'd came back into camp. "Are we gonna have breakfast?"

He was startled for a full minute. Then he found his voice. "Yes..." he replied.

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Night looked like it was about to fall. They'd been riding for what felt like forever. Polly had never ridden this much in her life. Her butt hurt. But, she wasn't going to tell Joe. She didn't wanna look like a whimp. She was hungry. They'd not stopped to eat. She'd drunk all the water she had in her water bottle.

Joe slowed down and stopped beside her. "I think we can camp here for the night." He climbed down from his horse and waited for her to move to do the same; but, she didn't. She hurt so much the idea of getting down seemed like so much pain.

"What's wrong?" Joe asked.

"I hurt..." Polly finally answered.

Joe laughed. "That's more than you've ever ridden in your life isn't it?"

She swallowed hard. "Come on," he assured her. "Let's get you down and give you a body rub. That will take care of all those painful hurts." He held out his arms and she very slowly moved towards him. Every part of her body hurt like it was gonna fall off.

He helped her to the ground. "Sit," he told her. She nodded but didn't sit. "I think I'll stand awhile. I've been sitting all day."He nodded and moved to the horses. "I'll just take care of them first, and get a fire started so you don't get too cold."

In the distance the sound of running horses came to them. Joe looked in that direction. The look in his eyes scared Polly.

"Quick!" he said quietly. "Move over to the tree line and hide!"

Hurting or not Polly moved as instructed...Who was approaching?