He nodded. “Yet, you got the army to leave the wounded man at your house alone. You got them to hunt for Raven. To many, that would look as though you made the army obey your will.”
“Not any man who thinks for himself.”
Pa’s mouth drew down. “Sometimes, I believe you are too schooled in the white man’s ways.”
“Why? We live in a white man’s world,” I said.
“Nay. We live with a foot in each world, and sometimes you do not pay enough attention to that other foot.”
* * * *
I spent the night in what had been Alex’s old room and got up before sunrise the next morning to help with the chores. The incoming stage had come and gone yesterday before I arrived, leaving a team of relief horses needing a couple of shoes. As the Mead had neither blacksmith nor farrier now, I lit the kiln and starte
