Chapter 21

“We rejoice at your safe return, Cut Hand. We found your pony and the dead Pipe Stem, but your trail went cold in the mountains. Now you have returned with a guest and riches and a story.”

Cut Hand rose and gave a sign to Little Eagle and Otter while I discreetly tried to cough smoke from my innards. Spotted Hawk took note of my actions. The boys lugged several large bundles over and laid them at Cut’s feet.

“My father,” Cut began in the manner of a born storyteller. “Three Pipe Stem warriors ambushed me as I was returning home. The cowards shot my pony from under me.”

I swallowed a smile when no one asked how they accomplished that feat, but doubtless the teasing would come when he was alone with his peers. I suspected the big Indian I noticed earlier picked up on the omission.