He stood tall and strong, thinking before responding. “Help I can offer you with nourishment and drink, but with witches, my spirit I hold close.” He made the cry of a bird and two natives came to him carrying bags. “I will share what we have to eat but we must leave you now. The war painted on your face is not one we would embrace.”
“Are you such cowards that you let the Shawnee steal your own land and do nothing to fight back?”
Renée shot an angry glance at Jeremiah. “Be still and do not taunt our friends.”
The Indian leader nodded. “Your woman is wise and your white skin knows not what you speak in this land.”
Jeremiah laughed. “My white skin does not turn yellow and run from danger.” He pointed all around him. “The Shawnee killed men here and you will not help us to find the White
