Chapter 38

To change clothes, probably. Boot prints disappeared, replaced by the blurred scuffmarks of moccasins. Without dismounting, I followed his pony’s trail to the west. He wasn’t galloping or trotting now. His horse was walking. Arrow eased through a particularly dense thicket and came to a halt.

Matthew Brandt stood hip-sprung in the middle of a small clearing. Except he was Shambling Bear, a Teton warrior, now. His legs were spread apart aggressively. His lean, muscled body was naked except for a small breechcloth and low-cut moccasins. A three-inch scar I’d never seen before ran down his left thigh. A necklace of blue heishi beads brought up from the Spanish territory held a huge bear claw around his neck.

I slid from Arrow’s back and walked up to him. Everything I’d planned to say, everything I needed to say died, and I stood tongue-tied. Neither of us spoke for a what seemed like an hour but was probably less than a minute.

“Your eyes show who you are,” he said at last.