Chapter 76
they stare a full-on civil war straight in the eye. I’m thinking maybe this whole gamble was a mistake. But before we can all get busy killing each other, a bruised and b****y Lark Iron Cloud staggers up the hill and into camp. Everybody gasps to see what he brung with him: a four-legged walking machine on a steel cable leash tied to Lark’s pack. We’re all stunned speechless, but John Tenkiller just stands up and walks over like Lark had arrived right on cue. “Lark Iron Cloud,” says the old drumkeeper. “You left Gray Horse as a boy. You return as a man. We sorrowed when you left, but we rejoice at your return, new and different. Welcome home, Lark Iron Cloud. Through you, our people will live.” The true Gray Horse Army was born. Lark and Lonnie soon combined the tribal police and the G
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