Chapter 36
Doubtless Little Eagle would have taken offense, but his attention was claimed by the pistol. He examined it like the fifteen year old he was, not the adult he was pretending to be.
I called Otter outside and gave him instructions. “Ride to the village and tell Yellow Puma what you heard and saw.”
Little Eagle almost broke and ran for his pony hidden in the trees so he could be first with the news, but dignity reestablished itself, and he remained with me, requiring I relate all that was said. With an inward smile, I told him most of it. As he matured, he was acquiring an arrogance that sometimes sat well and sometimes rendered him obnoxious—like most who reached that difficult age.
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