July 30, 2009
“Everyone on the mountain knew you. The greatest plains warrior, destined to head the tribe after your father.” She looked out over the hold, her voice rising as if she were repeating lines from a play. “And I was not young. I was 12 when you came for the blessing.” He cocked his head at her to show that she had proved his point, but she continued. “That is only 5 years’ difference. I was not old enough to watch the ceremony, but grandmira had described it all to me.” Oh damn. She hadn’t meant to say that.