Chapter 18The next morning, Matthew transformed himself into Little Bear once again by donning a loincloth and moccasins and refusing to speak English. Understanding his yearning for his roots determined me upon my course. As long as he was on this farm, he could be Sioux—Teton—without interference. I would indulge his immersion into his culture for a while, perhaps into the summer. As we worked the fields together, the late spring air raised gooseflesh, but Bear showed no inclination to don leggings or a shirt.
I decided to make use of this extra pair of hands to plow a third forty-acre tract. The initial turn-under of prairie sod was always difficult, but it was immeasurably easier with the boy guiding the trace horse from the front while I lent my weight to the plow at the rear. We acc
