Chapter 8

“Prairie dogs! You gotta be jokin’”

“Hiya, Not joke, they good to eat.”

Lee mumbled under his breath. “Next thing you’re gonna tell me, they taste just like chicken.”

Tatanka just laughed.

“Your people around here somewhere’s?”

“Hau,” said Tatanka surveying the horizon.

“Hau.” Lee knew Tatanka could tell exactly where his people were.

They pitched camp near a small stream. There was grass for Ranger and that meant jackrabbits, too. Prairie dogs were plentiful. They had a good supply of dried meat, so there was no need to hunt.

When Lee started to lay a fire, Tatanka stopped him.

“Shit, we may be south and off the mountain, but it still gets cold at night. We’re gonna need a fire for sure.”

“No, Lee Masters. Fire can see from long way. No.”

Lee understood. They were in country that could hold potential enemies. Not just Tatanka’s tribe, but others that may not regard them as friends. He sighed. They had entered that other world.