Chapter 20

Eluwilussit shuddered as he walked the perimeter of the camp.  He felt as if he was invading a burial ground that was filled with the spirits of the dead who had yet to find peace in the afterlife.  Invading a ground of such unrest was never good.  Regrets for agreeing with the council to tend to this white man’s problem abounded. 

It was his brother’s son, Kitchi, who had so foolishly allowed himself to get tangled up with a bunch of wild white men.  He had no doubt that Kitchi wouldn’t have survived their vicious treatment if Roy hadn’t come along and rescued him.   He listened to his nephew tell the story of how brave Roy was to face down half a dozen men on his own for the sake of an Indian boy he’d never met at many tribal meetings.  He spoke of how fast Roy was with a gun and how he’d shot the pistols out of two of the men’s hands and wounded another in the shoulder before the rest of the