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Sarah stood at the edge of the gentle flowing stream, the clear inviting water slowly turning inky as daylight faded. Turning in frustration, Sarah sighed and tried one last time to reason with her newly appointed guardian. "Be reasonable, Golden Eagle. You can't expect me to bathe with you standing here. I gave you my word that I wouldn't leave. I won't go far or stay in too long. Please . . . "
Golden Eagle leaned his back against the rough bark of a large tree near the edge of the stream. He leisurely scratched his back and folded his arms across his dusty chest. "Do you wish to clean yourself or not? We don't have much time before Red Fox returns with our dinner."
Sarah turned her back on Golden Eagle and looked over her shoulder. Her chin lifted as she coldly requested. "The least you could do is turn your back if you do not have the decency to leave." Her eyes dared him to refuse this small courtesy.
Golden Eagle turned his back on the skin-shy white-girl, shaking his head. Why the whites felt shame of their naked skin, he'd never understand. Only in the cold of winter did his people feel the need for much clothing to cover their bodies.
Hearing a quiet splash behind him, he turned, stretching his arms high above him before crossing his ankles and leaning back against the tree. His sharp eyes quickly spotted Sarah in the twilight.
He found himself mesmerized by the sight of her. Silvery hair turned to liquid gold as the strands flowed with the current of the water when she dipped her head back. The smooth softness of her throat lay exposed to the moon's kiss. His eyes were drawn to the pale flesh of her back, gleaming in the moonlight, shiny and sleek from the water.
Golden Eagle's hand lifted with the urge to reach out and stroke the soft silky flesh. He glanced down at his own dust covered body, and grinned. He quickly shed his breechclout and moccasins and silently sank into dark cold, swirling liquid.
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