Ever since the visit by Landreth and his men last Thursday, Winter Bird had kept a close watch on the wagon trail running south to Yanube City. So it wasn’t surprising he was the first to spot four riders approaching at a walk on Sunday morning. One wore the hated blue uniform of the U.S. Cavalry, but draped over the familiar form of my brother-in-law, Captain Gideon Haleworthy, the garb was a sight easier to endure.
My sister Rachel Ann and their children, Ides and Gabriel, accompanied him. Their presence surprised me. The last word I’d had by carrier pigeon from Teacher’s Mead had led me to believe she and the children were living there and had been ever since the Ghost Dance craze frightened the whites so badly last year. No longer comfortable living at Fort Yanube, she had fled home t
