“Who do you s’pose they are?” asked Lee as he, Tatanka and Sleep With Dog stood mounted on their horses. They were on a bluff overlooking a valley, where about a dozen or more Indians were working in a field of corn.
“They not Ciacakiaze Oyate,” replied Tatanka, using the Dakota name for Apache.
“No, I don’t reckon them Apache would be plantin’ stuff.”
“Not men. Ciacakiaze Oyate men do not work in field,” added Tatanka.
The group below was mostly comprised of men.
“They may be the Anasazi. My people have heard of a people in a far off place who grow food instead of hunt. Wise Eagle told me of them. He say he met one once.”
At that precise moment, some of the men in the field below the bluff on which Lee and the Indians stood, spotted them. There was a flurry of loud words exchanged
