Maybe that was what he needed now. One of his own people to call on the spirits for him.
If only Auguste were awake, he could tell her what to do.
Redbird had helped Auguste with his work.
She remembered the last time she had seen Redbird, small, emaciated, holding the broken body of Floating Lily in her arms. Redbird was probably more in need of help than able to give it.
And yet, Nancy had seen that she had a marvelous knowledge of healing. Besides, she had told Nancy that she wanted to be a shaman herself, like White Bear and Owl Carver.
It would be better to go to Redbird than sit here and watch Auguste die.
"I'm going to his people," Nancy said. "To find someone I think can help him."
"No Sauk will be willing to come here," said Frank. "Not after what these people did to them."
"This one will," said Nancy.