The usual quiet town of Brenton has been the theatre of odd rumours. A few women, gathering outside to do their shopping are heard talking, their expressions seemed to be of shock! One in a red dress almost fainted from the information received.
"Have you heard the rumour?" "what rumour dear Molly?" "the savage and the general store owner are engaged!" "Why, but that`s preposterous! Isn`t she born in France or something? Shouldn`t she be marrying a nice wealthy man that can take the store off her hands?" "Does that mean the store will be injun owned? Oh dear lord! How outrageous! Are they going to be wed at the church?" "I do not beleive so, I`ve heard them chatter as I was buying bread and appearantly it will be a shaman wedding them! Unholy union I say!" "Indeed, indeed...."
And so the woman shared the informations, men, children as well would hear wind of this. It was official it seems, the injun Hiute and the french woman Malicia were to be wed and not by church`s laws!
Little did the women know, but the 'savage' was standing in the doorway of the general store, grinning from ear to ear. "That is true. I beg to differ that I am not a savage, either. I am a Navajo, and there is no difference as to who will be running the store. Malicia will still be the owner. I will run her errands for her. So please, do not act like it is a big deal..." He then smirked. Evil idea in his mind! Uh-oh! This smirk then grew to a dangerous snarl. "Or I will scalp you both!" He growled, in a mock-furious voice.
The women stared at him in disbeleif! One let out an odd exclamation as the news was dished out from the source! Then the growl! A Thud was heard as the lady fell in the dust, corset probably on too tight! The others, helped their friend up, gathered shopping baskets and headed torwards their houses! By noon, most of the local women were only having that unholy wedding on their lips!
Mal was comming back from fishing and saw the commotion. With a raised brow, she headed back to her store to hiute, hugging onto him almost innapropriately "Who raised that cloud of dust love?" she teased him with a poke on the nose!
Hiute was having a good time mocking the women! "Oh, poor, poor, dear Molly!" He shrieked in a high-pitched voice, still grinning devilishly as the woman fainted. "Yes! Run away! Beware the normal rituals of marriage of my tribe!" He called out as the women left. He even waved his tomahawk around, snarling dangerously. Then...He was hugged...? His cheeks became a bright crimson. "Just some townsfolk."