“—Jefferys Sunrise splashed a golden sheen through the smokehole overhead. After a breakfast of pemmican cakes made of meat, dried and pounded to a pulp, and wild honey, Mariah was filled with joy as she left the wigwam with Echohawk to again accompany him to target practice. Just as they reached their tethered horses, a familiar voice behind them drew them around. “There is something I would like to show you,” Chief Silver Wing said, a mischievous sparkle in his dark eyes. He beckoned wit...h a hand. “Come with me to my dwelling.” Having grown comfortable even with this noble, powerful chief, Mariah walked in a casual gait beside Echohawk as they went with Chief Silver Wing to his wigwam. “Nah-mah-dah-bee-yen, sit,” Silver Wing said, gesturing toward mats that lay thickly cushioned beside the lodge fire. Snug in a finely dressed buffalo robe that befitted his high position, he sat down opposite them, reaching for something inside a small buckskin pouch that hung from the waistband of his fringed breeches.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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