Chapter 22
“I ask to live among the People of the Yanube to learn their ways and draw wisdom from their lore. I will share my own knowledge with you. I do not come as a trader or a trapper or a factor of the white government.”
I drew a shaky breath before proceeding. “I am aware the appearance of white men among you is not welcome, but it is a fact of life that they will come. I began my Soul Journey far to the east beyond the Big Muddy, which the white men call the great river of the Missouri and even beyond the Father of Waters, where the white people number as the blades of grass. Like their red brethren, they do not all speak the same language or dress the same way, but they all do one thing and do it well. They plant their roots and send their increase to the west to put down their own tentacles.