“I chief’s son. Son one.
“You’re the chief’s oldest son,” Lee clarified.
“Hau, yes.”
“Want me home. Chief sick. I next chief.”
“Oh.” Lee’s heart sank.
“But if I wiayaa-wic’asa. I not want be chief.”
“Woman-man?”
“Hau, like you. I want man…not woman. So, they say me wiayaa-wic’asa, woman-man.”
“Your brother called you ‘Winkte.’ What did he mean?”
Tatanka sighed. “Winktemean…” He groped for words. “Ah…not same?”
“Different?” Lee offered.
“Hau, different,” Tatanka nodded then continued. “Winkteis man who different. He have power of Great Spirit, he can see future, can heal with touch. He also man who men come to for make…like we do. They believe that give them great power.”
“Make love, have sex? They think that gives them power?” Lee queried.
“Hau, yes,” agreed Tatanka. “Winktenot shaman. He not medicine man. He Winkte. People of tribe…ah…yuonihaa…?”