Summer passed quickly. The sun had moved south in the sky telling of the coming fall. Because of Crow and his men and the new rifles, the hunting had been good. Crow"s grandmother shared the Calico cloth Crow had given her with the other squaws. Several of the Crow women could be seen wearing the material as decorations on their clothing.
Broken Leg watched his grandson as he began packing his belongings. Broken Leg reached out and took Crow by the arm, “Come, I want to talk. Get your horse.”
A short time later, Crow and his Grandfather rode out of the camp side by side. Broken Leg led Crow into the mountains where Crow, and his father before him, had once gone to receive their visions. This was the place with the flat rock that looked out over the valley. One could see for miles from he
