And I've done things along the way.
The thrill of it got into me, Pied-Bot, and--the law wants me!" Peter heard the subdued humor of the man, a low laugh that held neither fear nor regret.
"It was the Treaty Money first," he went on, leaning very seriously toward Peter, as if he expected an argument.

"You see, Yellow Bird was in that particular tribe, Pied-Bot.

I remember her as she looked to me when a boy, with her two long, shining black braids and her face that was almost as beautiful to me as my mother's.

My mother loved her, and she loved my mother, and I loved Yellow Bird, just as a child loves a fairy.

And always Yellow Bird has been my fairy, Peter.