Chapter 10
For the next few days, Logan remained with his grandfather and pondered what he’d experienced in the Lamar Valley. If he’d expected any further insights from the older man, he was to be disappointed. They didn’t happen. He was on his own in this matter.
As he had as a boy, he borrowed a horse and ambled shoeless and bareback through the reservation, greeting people he knew. Later, he slid from the horse, tied the reins to a tree, and skinny-dipped in the cold, clean waters of a favorite pool deep in the forest.
On the third day, he returned to the pond, and this time—unlike when he’d been with his grandfather—the fish came to him. Was this a good omen? He hoped it was, but the part of him that had been raised white wasn’t sure.
It was all so confusing, this straddling of two
