"Make sure not to wander afar from that boiling pot" I reminded Alice as I stepped away from the closure. It was in the breaking hours of the morning and the preparations were set. The moose stew was brimming over the black deep mouthed pot cooking over the sparkling fire. Sewn mats that I had prepared hastily, decorated the circle. The moving winds were changing among us and the time was short. The sun seemed to hide more of the afternoon hours away and as of late we found ourselves trapped within our cave.

"I will stir it until you return" Alice smiled, gripping the wooden spoon in her tight fist, looking joyful, a rare occasion as of late. I fathomed it to be the changings that came with being in the family way. For a smile would seem to break one minute and then the tears would rain another. It was an occurrence everyone was witnessing and adjusting too.

As I travelled to the hot spring in hopes of washing this morning's work from my body, I found myself wandering of the Indians. They were to arrive any time this morning and everyone had worked tirelessly for their arrival. Edward had skinned the male moose, giving me its fur for drying and a gift for my personal use. It was an occurrence I was still adjusting to, his customs. He had explained to me that it was within his tradition to present his partner to be with gifts. It was in common occurrence to be given to my mother, but he exempted to give these items to me. The fur was to be used for my sleeping quarters. A common gift exchanged during their union ritual.

It changed my perspective on Indians who I once thought to be conquerors and not lovers. Yet to my dismay I was not incorrect in this assumption as it was how his family relatives had taken their partners but he had learnt from watching the neighboring tribes.

And just as he had accepted my customs, I accepted his. Welcoming the gift wholeheartingly, I had pecked his dusty cheek in gratitude and of course the dead moose was forgotten for a second.

I found myself giggling as I approached the ever present hot spring, its white rocks fathoming ideas of pureness. For once in my life, I felt that of my age. I felt the maturity of womanhood and carefree of youth. Stripping off my cotton dress, bloomers and camisole I carefully rested in the spring. Delighting in the smooth rocks nudging my toes. If my mother was anywhere near me, I would be able to feel the chastising she would lick at me. I found long ago that a corset was not to be worn in such laboring fields and had liberated myself from its constricting wears long ago.

Reaching over for my satchel I carefully released its contents in the water.

Honeysuckle, sage with a tip of ginger floated around my form, spreading its boundless fragrances. I had been experimenting with the different plant vegetation in this area and found more than enough leafs which would supplement the odorless lime soap.

"I wonder if I will be able to sell such material" I found myself talking aloud wondering at such a trade. It would grant us the hard money we coveted for a water closet and some more fabric. A material urgently needed around here. Especially with the littlun on the way.

I signed as I ran the soap through my hair, its length a hindrance to be dealt with most days. I had voiced my opinion of cutting it to Edward one afternoon and his respond had more than halted any notion of cutting it.

"Its falls in perfect waves around your shoulders and glistens with the sun, it would be sin to cut it"

His lips had formed poetic words and completely entranced me, the way his pink lips had moved with such….

A sound halted my musings as I sat up straight. A sage brush rustled again to my right, making me become apprehensive, there was to be no one around here for many lands, except for the Indians who did not venture out this way.

"Who is there?" I called, hiding myself in the water. My skin was beginning to become unbearably hot and I know it was soon time to get out.

"Who is over there?" a voice reciprocated my question and the screech I emitted at the males voice was surely to be heard for many acres.

xxxxxx- Edward Pov

Lands of rich peace-ness encompassed my being as I consumed some of the many bundles of berries that were stored in the cold cavern of the cave. My angel and Mrs. Mary had gone searching for such nectar long ago and had come home lucky, delicate smiles among their faces.

It was only after I had warned them of the many predators after the same bounty of which they sought was I enlisted as their protector, a position I was not faulty in accepting.

My mind still fathomed on that very day.

Her eyes had gleamed to me on that very day. Her delicate red cheeks were flush with water of her labor. The berries had been stored and yet the day refused to go to sleep. I was in her cavern, resting, as she wiped at her face. I don't remember reaching over, but I must have, because in that next very second, her lips had connected to mine. It was to be different this day. Instead of pulling back as of usual, she stayed. She stayed after my tongue had entered her mouth. After our tongues had intertwined with one another and her rich taste had captured my mouth. So I took it further. Moaning into her mouth, I let my hand travel to her neckline, tracing the delicate fabric. When she shivered underneath me, I pressed more fully into her, enjoying the warmth of her body.

"Bella" I whispered into her mouth, pulling away to kiss the spot under her ear I knew she favored. She moaned then, just a slight whisper of sound and then her lips connected on the side of my neck. It was then common sense flew away. My fingers dipped into her dress, to circle her breast, feeling the tight hard bulb.

"Edward?" At first she had sounded confused, her lips leaving my neck bare, yet I did not mind, I kissed her lips again. Still she did not reject me when I used my full hand to squeeze her soft mound, loving the feel of such delicate skin.

I was panting by this point and my rod felt as hard as the young berries on the tree. I could not help but pull her dress down to engulf her chest into her mouth, circling the dusty nipple into my mouth. I had not seen such a beauty in my life and I had seen many chests as women in my tribe often travelled in least clothing than me. Yet, hers was the fairest.

"Edward!" she sounded shocked for a moment but then moaned as I sucked on her treasure. Her taste extended through her body, and I moaned as it became stronger. It was only when I pressed against her did she pull away.

"Edward….we can't." her voice was forceful and determined, so I only smiled as she adjusted her clothing.

I smiled, my memories reliving those most precious of moments. The tasty drops tickled my tongue as I rested in my cavern, just staring at the dusty abyss. My mind was in a tiring nature as I had spent most of early morning cutting the moose's hard carcass and gathering its hooves as offerings for the tribe.

Later, I had helped clear more of the area, clearing the trees and posting wooden stumps which I had learnt spoke of ownership.

Mr. Jasper had been just as labor busy as I, installing the iron pump which he had purchased from one of the neighboring villages on their journey. Mr. Casper and he had been digging at the ground for longs days before they had discovered water.

I found such a modern convenience very accepted as now thirst could be sated very quickly. Not to mention my angel did not have to walk long for water to cook with.

Just as my hand was reaching for another morsel, the bowl slipped from my hands in response to a fearful screeching.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I heard her scream and I ran out of my quarters, passing a startled Alice who was still caring for a boiling pot.

"Please let her be fine" I prayed a quick prayer to the Spirit Land, asking The Almighty to maintain her welfare.

As I neared the spring my nose was assaulted with the fragrance which I witnessed my angel carrying with her when she left.

At first my eyes were pasted, as I burst forth through the overgrowth.

She truly resembled a creature from the Sprit Land at such a time. I could not stop my eyes from looking at her, naked and invisible under the water. Her wet locks looked black drifting around her face but her eyes spoke of fear and vulnerability as I gazed at them.

It was then I saw the large figure coming out of the bushes, his form nothing short of a man.

My eyes widened in surprise but then rage overtook me. How dare he gaze at her, look at her form with eyes of evil. For she was innocent and pure, not to be conquered by such as force.

I quickly barged at him with the skill of the warrior I had trained myself me to be, hearing somewhere in the distance the screaming voice of my angel.

Bella POV

"Edward Stop" I screamed as I saw his form attacking the stranger. If I was not to be mistaken I was sure he was to kill the man. His crazed eyes surely spoke of such a feat.

I quickly swam to the edge of the pool and donned my clothes while they fought.

There I stood still, fathoming on what was to be done. The stranger had sprouted a gush in his nose yet the blood just seemed to make Edward more violent, truly portraying every notion of not stopping.

With the wit of my father, I quickly snatched my satchel, filled it with water and threw it at the two barreling bodies. Hoping the process would stop them as it once did my two dog companions once so long ago.

"Emmett where are you…..awwwwww" a female voice sounded and as with the wit of my mother, my target missed its predestined mark and landed on a female venturing from the bush.

Her clothes spoke of wealth and elegance, her blue silky gown adjusted just a few inches off the ground. Her blond hair spoke of tiredness as it was littered with the remnants of the surrounding forest.

"Oh ma'am, I am so sorry" I cried, as I saw her face gain the most vicious look I had ever bared witness upon a female.

Yet her focus had wondered away from me.

"Beast! What do you think you are doing with my husband" she screeched running out to Edward and hitting him with her all her strength, and before the haze of anger could coat my eyes, she was flying backwards, landing with an audible thud on the rocky surface.

"Stop" Edward shouted, stepping back from the muscled man on the forest floor where he had landed after a kick to the middle stomach; and to stand in front of me.

"Are you hurt?" I asked, checking his arm and chest. Satisfied that there was to be no visible marks on him I kissed his cheek.

"I am fine, the main question is of how you doing?" his eyes shone with concern as he stared at my face, his green orbs moving, drawing invisible patterns on my skin.

"I am—"my answer was to be cut short by a screeching woman's cry.

"EMMETT!" the woman's cry echoed the bush at the same time a group of Native Americans burst from the surrounding bush. Their brown eyes locking onto the conflict three feet in front of them.

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The group was seated around the circle, all sipping on the stew I had started before the stars had gone to sleep.

"You doing well here?" the chief, Aqui, asked, his eyes circling the area with interest. It was a funny picture, as of from an outsiders view.

Rosalie, her temper and array of questions partially cooled, sat with her legs seated under her rear, her blue eyes blazing fury at Edward, under the guise of sipping the stew, while Edward was as his usual self, his meal already gone and his fingers running through my hair.

"As fine as to be." Edward responded, his attention turning to the wall of Indians. His eyes were blazing fury at a young boy, about two years or lesser than my years. His eyes were a chocolate brown, almost in similarity to my own and his skin was caramel colored, resembling Edwards. There was to be no mistaking the gleam in his eyes as he gazed at me and I fathomed if I could excuse myself, as his gaze was to me, becoming uncomfortable.

"Well, is to be good upon your land." Aqui announced, finishing his second serving and arising from his perch, quickly followed by the rest of the Cherokee. With a nod, two young boys stepped forward to hand over the greeting moose furs they had brought in exchange for the stew. It seemed the Indian customs were being brought up in me more rather than less during these few days.

"I talk to Bannock and Shoshoni tribes three suns ago and they agree to not drive you from land." The chief said, giving the furs to a shaky Alice, it seemed she was in no trusting nature with them. Her eyes still had the gleam of suspicion when alone with Edward- I was still speculating on such a dealing.

"It was to be of valuable acquaintance with you." Edward said, raising as well, pulling me along with him.

"I would like you to meet Isabella." Edward smiled, rubbing patterns on my skin as I extended my arm to engulf Running Dog's hand.

It was of a warm nature and strong.

"Greetings" I said as the chief just stared at me, his amber eyes just fathoming upon my face until my cheeks blazed.

"Greetings" the chief's face finally showed some emotions and smiled. His back bowing before me.

It felt like acceptance.

A/N I have to admit this chapter was rushed, real life spilling in. This story will be taking some time leaps in the following chapters. I want to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter- loved each one, and as you will notice I deleted the authors note, so this chapter will be listed as chapter 10 not 11. I will update another one of my stories next week. I try to update on a weekly basis.

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