“We will eat our evening meal tonight with Falling Rain and Spotted Rabbit. You will be able to see your friend and we will find out how he is faring,” Red Horse said, as he and Robert returned to the village
Robert was glad of the news. As they approached the wigwam of Red Horse’s parents, a brave approached them. Robert remembered meeting him earlier in the day.
“Red Horse,” the man called.
“Sleeping Hawk,” Red Horse replied.
“We hunt tomorrow. Will you and Comes Home join us?”
Red Horse looked at Robert, the brave beaming at him.
“Comes Home does not yet have a bow. He has lived long among the Whites. He will need time to acquire his skills, but…?” He looked expectantly at Robert.
“I would be honored to come and learn,” Robert said stoutly. If he was going to be a Shawnee, he mus
