Chapter 18Convinced Blaze had finally found Logan’s trail, Kenu hurried on, afraid he was either going to collapse or have a heart attack, yet willing his aging bones not to fail him. Pressing the light on his compass, he checked it, thinking they must be near the old Indian campsite. The breeze carried the scent of the river to him…yes, they were close.
The wolf disappeared just as Kenu stepped into a clearing and looked toward the river. The tipis! He praised the spirit of the buffalo, realizing he’d been holding his breath in fear of being disappointed. The structures seemed deserted, but nearby, a lighted tent revealed shadows of movement inside. Maybe the triangle Logan had drawn was a tent and not a tipi.
Kenu mimicked the sound of a dove, a hunting signal he and Logan used when si
