The Indian picked up the bundle but left the basket. He held her reverently as he walked back to his waiting comrades. Gregory watched as the Indian appeared to explain the story to them. Then they all pointed their faces to the sky. Frank and Gregory could barely make out what sounded like a prayer or a blessing to the Indians’ Great Spirit. Then the Indian turned around and started walking back to Frank and Gregory. The other four followed this time. Neither Frank nor Gregory felt threatened.
“I conduct ceremony here?” the Indian asked.
Gregory looked at Frank.. “Sure…I mean, yes.”
“We build platform, then we have ceremony.”
They retreated to the homestead and left them to their work and mourning. They conveniently worked in the haystacks behind the stable so they could watch from a
