Chapter 11
The journey back to the village began early the following morning. A good nights’ sleep had done everyone the world of good, give or take the odd strained muscle and stiff limb.
A small travois had been constructed for Shaman and each of the men took a turn at dragging it, though the old man was well enough to complain about all the ‘damned fuss’ and ‘unnecessary effort’ that was being expended.
“He’s a funny old man,” said Christian.
James didn’t answer.
“What’s up with you? You’ve been as quiet as a tomb all morning.”
For a moment James continued walking, his eyes focused on his feet moving through the grass.
“When we get back to the village I have something I want to talk to you about,” he said at last.
Christian nodded. “I have something I want to talk to you about,
