“Shanafila,” Chief Blue Hawk said politely.
“And that means ‘blue hawk’?”
“It does.”
Violet put her hands in her lap and looked down to Nakishwana. She was already eating berries in a small bowl provided to her. “And what’s her name mean?”
“Nakishwana’s name?” Chief Blue Hawk pulled a small box of matches from his pocket and struck one against the side. He rested the flame against his tobacco, puffed twice, and blew a gentle stream into the sky. “Catfish.”
Violet paused. “Really?” Chief Blue Hawk nodded. “Huh…”
“Surprised?”
“A bit. I guess I figured a girl that important would have a name more…um…”
Chief Blue Hawk chuckled, and tapped a few loose ashes from his pipe. “I suppose much of our people do not meet your expectations.”
Violet jolted slightly. Perhaps Violet’s imagination
