Their Way Home

While already riding through the plains 

Charlotte turns to Chechi 

"Where is the place 

We are heading to? 

Is it maybe, the home of you?"

Chechi smirks then nods quite polite. 

"Yes, my friend, it is indeed. 

It's Busted Gulch, quite more than a town."

"The people there though will make you frown." 

She adds with a grin.

Charlotte nods with a smirk 

And lets her curiosity win.

Without further question 

She follows the Indian 

Through the plains and the night 

Gone all her suspicion and fright

Somehow it is Chechi's flair 

That has this strong effect on her 

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In the morning dawn 

The two of them set their camp down 

And in the pretty firelight 

Chechi calls the thoughts of the night

A smile hushes over the Indian's face 

When she shows Charlotte the place 

Where she now feels she belongs 

Though it's only the picture from her memories

The night gets colder 

And darker too 

And close to the small campfire you 

Could see the two women 

Snuggled together

 Watching their future home 

In the flames