Chapter 5Later on that night Easy woke up to some distant chanting and got up from her bed to look outside. The sound was beautifully haunting and seemed to somehow draw her toward it. As if she were sleepwalking, she followed the sound to a grove of trees in back of the house where she worked her way through the shrubs until she came upon Cheyenne, dressed in Indian garb, and war paint on his face. She gasped as she saw his magnificent body shining with sweat beneath the moon, and dancing around a pile of sacred items. His voice was smooth and deep, and the mystery of it seemed to sink into every pore, forcing her to stop and listen.
From the south the enemy comes.
From the north, the east and the west, they come.
Send us brave birds, warlike birds
that will come swiftly and save us.
