TwentyDeep Water remembers
Out in the cold of the plain, Deep Water bunched up his knees and hugged himself close. He recalled how, when he and his father went out hunting one autumn day, not so unlike this one, the weather changed so quickly, and father believed they would die. 'Never to feel again the warmth of the sun on our faces.' If he tried hard enough, as he sat remembering, Deep Water thought he could hear his father's voice, low, reassuring, the voice of the man who loved him more than anyone else. Lifting his eyes, he tried to count the stars, to take his mind off the ghosts looming up at the edge of his mind. But despite his best efforts, his eyes grew bleary with tears as the memory of that terrible day returned.
They'd woken from a few short hours of freezing sleep, and led
