Cut spoke before I could. “Because to them a red man is a red man, and there is no difference. If you cannot find the Indian who killed this child, slay another so he can’t do it to some other child.”
“That is the thinking of some, and that makes them dangerous.” I was chagrined Bear Paw and some others still did not comprehend what I had preached for years. “It is like our own hotheads, I suppose.”
Otter and Lone Eagle accompanied me to the Mead when I left camp that afternoon. I did not wish their company, especially if Cut was coming later, but each seemed eager to see the place again. As I feared, both claimed beds in the west side and turned in soon after dark. Their day had been full.
Cut Hand came quietly not long after. I heard his low voice speaking to the youths in the other r
