Chapter 6Looking back, it is amazing that first year among the People worked out so well. How I chose to live my life often defied the vogue of a male wife, but as Cut Hand and others often observed, I was a strange win-tay. I was masculine, refusing to soften to people’s expectation. I hunted, fished, and played stickball with the men. Of course, I also performed the housekeeping chores and kept us in presentable clothing. Becoming swept up in the idea of fancy dress, I added to my red suspenders and belt and leg ties with a crimson hatband and dyed buckskin shirts, truly earning the sobriquet of the Red Win-tay.
Perhaps it was because I was white they allowed me to blur the line between man and “not-woman.” Or mayhap it was my total lack of interest in women, except to develop friendshi
