Chapter 37

The next morning, he prepared to leave. Temperatures had dipped the night before, prompting Kenu to predict an early snow in Yellowstone. Still, at first light, Logan had dipped—like the warriors of old before a battle—in the icy waters of the pool, washing his skin with a nonpolluting cleanser and shampoo. He’d shivered on the bank as he rubbed the rough terrycloth towel over his skin until the friction turned it red and he was dry.

Back at the house, he brushed and combed his hair, letting it air dry as he packed the car. Then he cleaned his room and made breakfast for the two of them. Just before he left, he gathered the still slightly damp lengths of his hair back and tied them at his nape with a narrow thong.

As he hugged Kenu good-bye, the old man spoke a blessing over him in their native language. Then he added in the same language, “We Shoshone admire the wolf for its strength, wisdom, and power.”