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Break In The Wind

Break In The Wind

Re write of White Clouds On The Horizon



Book One of the Sievers Saga





A Sneak Peek Inside


. A fierce wind blew across the lake and headed westward along the dunes. It followed the river as it wound through the hills covered with pine, spruce, maple and ash trees. Snow and sleet whipped around the small Ojibwa village that nestled in the valley. It was in a territory that the Hudson's Bay Company owned called Rupert's Land, a land that the Ojibwa still occupied as a free people.


Winda sat close to the fire and watched the lodge billow in and out. Behind her, sacks of food and clay pots swung on their hooks. Wind howled through the cracks in the walls. She pulled the buffalo robe tighter around her shoulders and watched the door, waiting for Pakwis to return, hoping that he wouldn't.


“Our husband will not return tonight,” Lanick told her from across the fire. “He has gone hunting.”


Winda put another log on the fire before she looked over at Pakwis's first wife. “He told you this but did not say anything to me?”


Lanick shrugged. “Surprising, is it not? You are his favourite.”


Winda stirred the fire with a stick and watched the flames. “But I am still his slave.”


Lanick let out a snort. “Not as far as he is concerned. He loves you, you know.”


“He has never told me,” Winda shot at her. “Just because he saved my life a long time ago...” she let that hang,


“I can tell. It is you he wants in his bed, not me. And that is my wish; then he leaves me alone.”


“But, you are his true wife, I'm just the one,” she lowered her head, “the one he shares his bed with.” Winda looked back up at the other woman. “I did not have a say in it,” she said with disdain. “All I want is to leave this hateful place and find my true people.” A sharp sting on her face from Lanick's slap made her gasp. Winda put her hand on her cheek and fought back the tears.


“Do not make such talk again,” Lanick hissed as she lowered her hand to her lap and glanced at the door,” he might hear.”


'He is hunting.” “Winda inched away from the door just in case. “He cannot hear.”


They both looked around when a gust of wind rocked the walls. One of the sacks burst open, the grain pouring out. Winda stood up, got a clay pot and held it underneath until the sack was empty. She set it on the ground and then sat back down by the fire.


“Your village does not exist anymore,” Lanick continued, “and just because you did not have a wedding ceremony like I did, does not make you less a wife. Now, you need to go out and get us some more water and firewood.”


Winda glowered at the other woman. “You send me out in this storm?”


Lanick's sneer widened as she crossed her arms under her chest. “I am first wife. You are just a slave. You will obey my order.”



Reviews


I read this book awhile ago as the first book I had read by Deborah Tadema. She is a great story teller that keeps the story moving and has the reader wondering what will happen next to the heroine. Would love to see more of this story and will certainly read more by this author.  Maryanne McCoy


This writer has a wicked imagination. It's not the type of book I usually read but it has many twists and turns. Certainly unpredictable.  Sandi Plewis


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