Chapter 16Otter wanted to remain with me when the tiospaye moved to winter quarters, but he was needed to drive the Conestoga. The boy was so proud of making the four big blacks do his bidding, he neglected to consider the consequences of being the only Yanube capable of doing so—to say nothing of seeing to the care of the beasts and the repair of the prairie schooner itself.
I spent the first few days after the band crossed the river constructing a sturdy fence around Butterfly’s grave from my store of precious planking. I made the plot middling big since someday I would lie there. Perhaps Otter as well.
That done, I became a glazier, installing the glass quarrels brought from Yawktown last spring. I had guessed well so the panes fit snugly, although some of the frames required a bit of
