It had been ten years since Silas Long Feather had last seen the young white girl spying on him and Jamie when they had stopped at a pond to swim. He had been nineteen, and Jamie was twenty-one.
The first time he saw her, they had been to Rolling Fork to make a delivery for the lumber yard. It was a very hot day, and when he spotted the pond through the trees, he had talked Jamie into stopping to cool off with a swim. They had swimming trunks in the truck with them after forgetting to take them out when they had gone swimming last.
They had changed and were running toward the water when Silas had felt eyes staring at him. He stopped and glanced around, spotting her in the trees. When he looked her way, she quickly hid behind the trees. Silas grinned and ran on and jumped into the water.
