faint rustle of the wind through the bare branches of the cottonwoods outside his smoke-blackened lodge. An infant crying. An old woman keening softly as her man slipped beyond into death. He listened to these sounds ofhis people before he listened to what he knew rested in his heartâput there as a gift from the Great Mystery.
âNow that so many have disobeyed
Wakan Tanka,
â he sighed, âour fate is sealed. We will be driven before the winds like the down of the cottonwood tree. Without a home in our own land.â
âBut we can hunt the buffalo that will make us a strong people once again!â Gall cried out in growing despair, his face flushed in anger. âThese soldiers cannot follow us for all of winter!â
Quietly the Bull replied, âBear Coatâs walk-a-heaps do not need to hunt buffalo to survive as we do. They carry what they need in their many wagons. Because of that they can follow us right on into the winterâgiving our warriors little time to hunt, our women no time to dry meat and scrape hides.â
âWe can gather the bands once more and be strong as we were in the summer moons. We can defeat these soldiers!â Gall screamed in sheer desperation, his eyes glistening.
âOnce we could defeat all those
wasicu
soldiers, yes,â Sitting Bull admitted dolefully. âWhen we did as
Wakan Tanka
told us to doâHe was on our side. Now some small Lakota chiefs have even sold away our sacred hills, the He Sapa. * Now it hurts my heart to see how many of the people in this camp have turned their backs on the Great Mystery and robbed the soldier dead. They are so proud of their trophies that they forget my warnings!â
Lame Red Skirt pleaded with the Hunkpapa mystic, âWhat are we to do now that so many turned their faces away from the right?â
âWithout the Great Mystery to help us,â Sitting Bull said gravely, as quietly as the crackle of the cottonwood fire at their feet, âwe will be driven before the wind for the rest of our days.â
âBut, General,â Simon Snyder groaned, âBruguierâs a wanted man!â
Miles turned from the captain of F Company and lookedat the half-breed as he said, âSo what say you, Johnny? Will you come work for me and the army?â
Bruguierâs eyes narrowed. âYou know the white man wants to hang meââ
âGeneral,â Captain Edmond Butler protested, âthis is the very man who was helping that outlaw Sitting Bull make a fool of you during your parley with the Sioux at Cedar Creek! This breedâs nothing more than an opportunist who will tell you anything you want to hearâthen abandon us at his first opportunity!â
âPerhaps even betray us to his Sioux brethren!â Snyder cried.
âHush! All of you!â Miles snapped. âWhat think you, Kelly? Can I trust this man?â
Luther Sage Kelly turned from staring out the window at the swirling snow kicked up by the wind blustering past the small cabin where Nelson Miles had taken Johnny Bruguier for a conference that Friday morning, the seventeenth. He regarded the half-breed a moment longer, then said, âThe way I see it, General: both of you have something the other needs.â
âPoppycock!â scoffed Frank Baldwin.
Aide-de-camp Hobart Bailey snorted, âWhat does this redskin have that General Nelson A. Miles could possibly need?â
âInformation on Sitting Bull and the rest of the roaming Sioux,â Kelly replied, stepping between members of the colonelâs staff to move closer to Miles.
âI have no doubt of that,â Miles said before any of his officers had a chance to sputter their protests. âSo, tell me, Kellyâwhat do I have that Bruguier needs?â
Luther gazed at the half-breedâs dark face, those flintlike eyes gazing back at him evenly, without betraying what might lie behind them. âTo begin with,