Dex tarried beyond that only long enough to tell us Libby and little Curtis were getting along fine. He wasn’t yet out of sight before I returned to breaking sod. Despite the interruption, Ethan and I made a good deal of progress even though the ground was not yet properly thawed. My companion had the same aversion to “scratching in the dirt” that every other Lakota of my acquaintance had, but he put his back to it because he was anxious to have done with it. He was looking forward to our trip.
Monday morning brought another interruption of a less welcome sort. I was in the forge making new horseshoes for the trace mare when Ethan whistled me outside. I glanced to where he was plowing one of the far fields to see him motioning down the wagon track leading to Yanube City.