As Charles was saddling his horse to leave, an older Wyandot and current Chief by the name of John Grayeyes approached him.
“Charles Sage, you have become a regular visitor to our reserve. We welcome you anytime.”
“Well, thank you John. I have appreciated the Wyandot’s hospitality. It has been a very important part of my life, to find my lost sister, Caty, or Sally, as you call her. You all have made me feel like part of you.”
“Charles Sage, you have seen the ways of the Wyandots as we live in the white man’s world. I think it is time you see the ways of our fathers.”
“I think I’d enjoy that. What did you have in mind?”
“The floods and disease of the last year have left us without crops, and without good meat. We have talked to our friends, the Kansa, who live a week ride to th
