Chapter 3

Some time later there was a rumour that some Indians of a nearby tribe had been captured. The military wanted to make an example and execute them as punishment for things that had happened lately. I was scared. Was Tall Mountain among them? I hurried to the execution field. When I arrived some of them already had been shot. I saw Tall Mountain standing tied to a stake and I was utterly frightened. I run up to the commendant. "Please captain, don't shoot that man. He's my husband!" People around began to stare at me. I talked to the captain for a while, then he said "Well take your Indian away with you then, ma'am." A soldier loosened the rope and I helped him away. He was wounded and leaned heavily on me. People looked at us as we went to my house.

Tall Mountain greeted my family with reservation. He stayed by us while recovering. Mother asked if he could not stay in town living with us. There was always things for him to do. I found that a good idea too. He didn't want to. "If I stay I will be despised and regarded a second grade citizen" he said. "I, the son of a chief, will not like that." I understood he didn't want to stay even though we loved each other. Then I made my decision. "I want to live with you on your conditions" I said. Everyone was sceptical. "You must be strong to succeed" he said to me. For the sake of my love, I wanted to try.

I really tried. It wasn't hard to live like a squaw. We celebrated our Indian wedding. I dressed and lived like the others, and as long as Tall Mountain was with me it wasn't difficult. But the men were often away and I had a feeling that the women despised me. Some of the young ones also had hoped to marry Tall Mountain.

After a couple of months I realized I was pregnant. My husband was very happy about it but he also understood my feelings and my problems. I tried to adjust but I couldn't. When there were only a few month until the baby was due I said "I am sorry, but I have to move back to town, at least until the child is born." – "But he belongs to the tribe" Tall Mountain said. "He will be half-blood" I answered. I moved back to my mother's house and she took care of me.

Tall Mountain came to visit a couple of times, but he refused to marry me according to our laws, and according to them I was still unmarried. I gave birth to our child, a son, at home, having a midwife to help me. She looked at the little dark boy when he was born. "Ma'am, you son is an Indian" she said conscendingly. A little later Tall Mountain came to see his son. "He is a fine boy" he said "he looks like me. He should come with me." I held my som tight. What was to become of us?