Chapter 10Tatanka was late coming in ‘34. The Yanube elders were fretting over their winter supplies when Lone Eagle and two other youngsters raced into camp with news the great bison had finally been spotted. The herd seemed thinner, and the slaughter was not so great this hunt. Although Cut said that happened from time to time, I could not help but wonder if my prediction was already coming true. Likely this was not the case as the white men were not yet so numerous on the plains. Whatever the reason, the kill was sufficient for the coming winter. Once the carcasses were harvested, Cut and I participated in a Buffalo Dance and a feast of fresh meat at the tiospaye that night. The drums threatened to undo all my work as the hotheads fired up on home brew.
Too sated to make the trip back
