Chapter 15Once the pressing matters of the harvest and cattle sale were behind us, Matthew began to obsess over Raven. He was itching to go on the hunt for the man. I pointed out that the Cheyenne, likely injured by the beaver trap, was holed up somewhere nursing his wound. With any luck, he’d die of blood poisoning.
I finally managed to dissuade my mate from riding west by encouraging him to send a message to Winter Bird asking if there was news of Raven on the reservation. This and the fact Howling Wolf’s party began raiding the valley farms hard before winter set in, kept Matthew with me.
As a further diversion, we decided to visit Rachel Ann at the fort. Distant smoke rose in the autumn air as we made the seven-mile trek. A sign at the edge of town brought us to a halt. A sign the li
