Chapter 20

“Greetings, Spotted Hawk.”

Of course, Otter had told of the white man who spoke like the People, but this one would likely have shown no surprise even had he not been forewarned. It would be difficult to get on his high side.

“I am Billy Strobaw, a friend of Cut Hand’s come to seek the shelter of your lodges.”

The medicine man took my measure in one glance. “A man who comes in peace is never turned away,” he said. When called upon to speak at council, that low, rumbling voice would serve him well. “You are welcome to rest from your journey,” he continued, not once allowing the curiosity hiding behind his eyes to show.

“Billy,” Cut spoke at my side. “This is my father, Yellow Puma. Father, this is the man called Teacher.” As coached, I performed the clasped forearm greeting. The muscles of that arm were as firm as those of his son.