June 11, 1624
Kayla came for a short visit. She really looked well considering she was five months pregnant. Derek was overwhelmed, keeping a tight hold on her hands.
She in turn could not get enough of little Manuel. Not that I could blame her. He was growing strong and healthy. Every day he looked more and more like me with the exception that he had his mother's dark brooding eyes. He was big for his two months, but it was normal, the medicine woman assured me.
Today we relived many of the moments we shared with them in the wilderness of Africa. Kayla remembered the time that one of the chiefs hunted us and we had to hide. He wanted Qonchita as his woman and I was not willing to let her go; under no circumstances. We had to flee late at night. The rest of the group scattered in a dif
