For three days Lee remained with Tatanka. He was not given food, only a strange tasting liquid that made him sleep. When he did wake, he tried to discern if there was any change in his lover. He seemed to be breathing regularly and he appeared to be cooler. Lee also was aware every time he awoke the women and the shaman seemed to have not moved at all.
On the morning of the fourth day, Lee opened his eyes to see the face of his man in front of his.
“Hau, sleepy one.”
“Tanka!”
Lee sat up and took Tatanka in his arms. The Indian winced at the embrace.
“Oh, sorry.” Lee pulled back.
Then with a lighter touch, he held him. Lee looked around. They were alone. He gently kissed him and tears came to his eyes. He had been repressing the fear he would never again experience such a moment.
