"Make him happy."
Yellow Hair uttered a sob and turned her head away.
But Redbird was no longer crying. Dry-eyed, she stared ahead at the road south. Her sorrow was too deep for tears.
26
Blood on the Land
Raoul François Philippe Charles de Marion woke trembling in damp blackness, wondering whether it was day or night outside. His heart was beating so hard that it ached. For a moment he couldn't think what had scared him so badly. Then he remembered the dream.
He struggled out of the old blanket he'd wrapped around himself and sat up, panting.
A white bear coming at him down here in the mine. Why in hell would he dream about a creature like that? There were white bears up in Canada, he'd heard, but he'd never even seen one.
White Bear—that was Auguste's Indian name. Was he dreaming about Auguste coming after him?