“It was a Crow warrior who took our horses,” Angry Wolf said hopelessly when Little Eagle had finished. “The Crows have powerful medicine.”
“We have to get those horses back,” Little Eagle urged.
Little Eagle spoke with a confidence he didn’t feel. He had no plan for getting the horses, yet he knew he must say something to encourage Angry Wolf.
“The Crows have powerful medicine,” Angry Wolf repeated.
“Old-man-of-the-north might send another snow to keep the Crow in camp until we get our horses back from him,” Little Eagle suggested.
Angry Wolf glanced around the sky.
“There’ll be no more snow this moon,” he said. “We may as well return to our camp.”
Without a word, Little Eagle turned back toward their own camp. While Angry Wolf was in this mood, it would do no good to argue with him. Perhaps when he had eaten and rested, he would see that their best hope to escape would be to get their horses back from the Crow.
As soon as they reached camp, Angry Wolf began to slice thin pieces of meat and put them on a stick. Little Eagle saw that Angry Wolf was cooking enough food for a trip.
“It would be foolish for us to try to cross the prairie on foot,” he said quietly.