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Chapter 12

“But,” cried the boy, getting to his feet, “my name, and the token of which Rides the Wind spoke. When shall I receive these?”

The hawk did not answer. It flew off over the meadow.

Small Hawk watched until the bird was out of sight. He sank back down to his knees. He felt good about what the hawk had revealed. It answered so much of the turmoil that had been within him. Yet, it left him wondering how what he longed for would ever be possible. He wished he had received his name and a token to remind him of this day.

And then there was the bear. What part did he play in all of this?