By Judd Cole
ISBN-10: 0843947349
ISBN-13: 9780843947342
Attempting to end up his innocence after his so much hated enemy is killed and he's named the top suspect, Cheyenne warrior contact the Sky faces the wrath of his complete tribe and the hatred of the lady he loves. unique.
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The single, unbelieving word exploded the hushed stillness like a gunshot. In the few seconds of surprised immobility which followed it, Touch the Sky showed no fear while, with inner urgency, he surveyed his situation. Hiram drove the lead wagon, Kristen beside him. A sheathed rifle lay across Hiram's lap, and knowing him well, Touch the Sky assumed he carried a hideout gun too. Two apathetic, down-at-the-heels teamsters, armed only with pistols, drove the other two wagons. They showed no zeal to fight, only high hopes of some diversion on these god-awful boring plains.
Tangle Hair pitched into the game. "Stout bucks! If I want tips on killing a man, I go to a Sioux, not a Ponca! As for our ferocious Wolf Who Hunts Smiling, he seems content lately with the company of Medicine Flute here. " "As lovers will," Touch the Sky added in a stroke of brilliance that ruined Wolf Who Hunts Smiling's cold composure. Purple rage flushed his face and he started to speak. But in a rare Page 15 turn of events, it was Black Elk who restrained him. "Mock, Woman Face," Black Elk shot back.
As Touch the Sky adjusted the focus a little, Little Horse urged again: "Let us make tracks! " Page 20 "True enough. " Suddenly a man's grizzle-bearded profile leaped into sharp focus in the glasses. He rode a big claybank beside one of the wagons. A rifle butt protruded from his saddle scabbard, another was propped across the tree of his saddle. Touch the Sky did not know this face. One glance convinced him he had never seen this man, for he would not have forgotten that huge, distinctive round dent in his beard where a musket ball, apparently, had once torn through his left cheek, leaving a knot of white scar tissue.
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