Chapter 38

And I rode away understanding how clinging to selfish grief for a departed wastelakapihad cost me the love of a good man.

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The Moon of Hard Winter, or wani yetu wi,called by the white man November, was well underway before Tiger and Beard, normally placid dogs, set up a racket and took off on a run to the north. I walked up the stubby hill behind the house and spotted a lone horseman. I recognized Star before I discerned the identity of the rider. My heart took a leap and almost drew an unseemly cry of joy from my throat. When Ethan raised an arm, I took off my hat and waved a welcome before shouting to Rachel Ann and the boys that our errant cowhand had returned.