"No. But I saw pictures."
"Pictures of what?"
"Mountains; big lodges; trees; braves; pale-face squaws; pappooses; white men's bears; and pictures that lied—not like anything."
"Ugh! Bad medicine. Talk too much. So blue-coat soldier throw them away."
"They talk to Rita."
"What say to her?"
"I don't know. She'll tell me. She'll tell you if you ask her."
"Ugh! No. Red Wolf is a warrior. Not want any squaw talk about pictures. You ask Rita some things."
"What things?"
"Make the talking leaves tell where all blue-coat soldiers go. All that camped here. Know then whether we follow 'em."