Chapter 26I finished planting the fields while waiting for word from Pine Ridge that Ethan was free. Before that occurred, I had a visitor. On what I calculated to be Thursday in early April, Ides rode into the yard at high sun looking proud of himself for having made the trip from town on his own. I provided admiring comments but failed to mention Matthew and I made the trip from the Mead when we were little older than Ides. Not only was the distance farther—fifty miles measured against seven—the countryside had been wilder at the time. But none of this need compromise the child’s enthusiasm.
Ides was on a mission to deliver a copy of the latest issue of the Yanube Valley Weekly News, which contained another article about the Strobaws of South Dakota. Asa Peeler had concentrated on what
