As Lee lay spooned against his partner’s warm body, his d**k still semi-hard and still buried deeply inside Tatanka, he could hear the promised snow softly brushing against the window. They had made love: slowly, lovingly, completely. Just the way Lee liked it best. It made him feel whole. It made him feel that the act was good and right. He sighed and ran his fingers through Tatanka’s thick black hair that cascaded over his shoulder and onto Lee’s chest. He drifted off to sleep.
Lee was standing on some sort of raised platform. Standing next to him was Tatanka. The brave was dressed in the robes he had worn when, for a brief moment, he had been proclaimed Chief. He wore the eagle feather headdress. Lee was dressed in a suit, as were the men on either side of him and Tatanka. Nate stood
