“I was afraid the Crow’s arrow had taken you to the Happy Hunting Grounds,” he replied.
Then, as though afraid he had shown too much feeling, Angry Wolf spoke sharply.
“Tell me how to take care of your wound,” he snapped. “You have studied under Clawing Bear.”
Little Eagle forced himself to look at his wound. It was a ragged hole, and blood was oozing down both sides of his arm.
“I have the material for another poultice,” he answered. “But it must be cooked. There is no fuel here.”
Angry Wolf looked around. There was grass that he could gather and twist into knots. Although it would be slow work, they could build a cooking fire with it. He raised his eyes and looked ahead. As far ahead as he could see, the prairie looked the same. Yet it might not be far to a stream that had trees growing beside it. That would be a safer place to camp than this open ground.
“Can you ride?” Angry Wolf asked, turning toward Little Eagle.
“Of course,” Little Eagle answered.
Little Eagle spoke stoutly, but when he tried to mount his horse, he wasn’t able. He had to have Angry Wolf’s help.
“You ride in front,” Angry Wolf directed. “Go as straight north as you can.”