Chapter 89

After rubbing down Thunder and Star, I returned to check on Ethan. I found him and the baby both asleep in the chair. I checked his breathing. Once satisfied this was healthful sleep and not a loss of consciousness, I sat on the porch step and watched for riders coming up from the south. Landreth would likely run his big white horse half to death in his race to reach the scene of violent murder where an Indian, whose hands were already bloody, had killed three more innocent whites, one a helpless woman.” 27

Libby Appleton showed up first, bringing with her a supply of milk for the infant. She and Ethan almost got into a fight over the child, but my injured lover was in no condition to put up effective combat against a hundred-ten-pound wildcat, so Libby ended up feeding the tiny child Ethan had taken to calling Wi’cin,or girl, in Lakota.