“When the Pawnees have finished dressing the buffaloes they have killed, they will cure the meat before leaving their camp,” Little Eagle pointed out. “While the meat is curing, the Pawnees will have time to scout. They are sure to find our camp. There is a danger that I have seen.”
Angry Wolf smiled.
“You are learning to be a good leader,” he said. “If you think you can get horses for us, I am willing that you try.”
Little Eagle whirled around to leave camp. Before he had gone a dozen steps, he turned back to Angry Wolf.
“How would you take the horses?” he asked. “You have had more lessons from our teacher than I have had.”
“First I would make a scouting trip to be sure that the Pawnees will be hunting long enough for us to get a safe start before they discover the loss of their horses,” Angry Wolf answered thoughtfully. “When I had the horses, I’d ride straight here.”
A confident smile touched the corners of Little Eagle’s mouth.
“I will get the horses,” he vowed.
“From here we’ll leave a crooked trail,” Angry Wolf said with equal confidence.
