Chapter 83

Irons was courteous enough to the Strobaws of Teacher’s Mead, but when Ma demanded to know who’d denounced her son, he permitted a bit of impatience to show. Nonetheless, he sent for Raven Longbow. His manners showed some strain after half an hour with no sign of the scout. Gideon, dispatched to see what the problem was, returned to whisper in his superior’s ear. Irons went mottled as he sent for all the scouts.

Before long, three men in varying degrees of white man’s clothing filed into the room, Crow at their head. I doubted this room had been so full of Indians since it was built.

“Where’s Raven?” the Major asked.

“Ain’t seen him this morning, sir.” Crow paused before adding. “Pinto’s gone.”

“When did you see him last?”

“When I took to my bed last night.”

Irons questioned the other two scouts, a Miniconjou Lakota about Crow’s age from up on the Cheyenne River and another man I didn’t recognize…maybe a Mandan. Each denied knowing anything about the missing man.