Chapter 78

“And I see you, Grandfather.” I put a full measure of respect in my voice.

He seemed to have aged as he gazed down from his great height, reduced a bit by a slight stoop. But the tragedy of Wounded Knee and the risings that massacre had provoked had taken a toll on us all. I judged he must be somewhere in his mid-fifties.

“I was sorry to learn of Shambling Bear’s fate. But we all share the tragedy of that day.”

“He died well.”

“Many of us did.”

“Night Sky Hair has a new name.”