It needed no vermilion on her cheek to show the brightness of her eye, for the flush of hope and happiness was there.
The dark deed was forgotten; and when, in the time that the leaves began to fall, they prepared the wild rice for winter's use, Red Deer was at her side.
He was a good hunter, and the parents were old.

Red Deer ever kept them supplied with game--and winter found her a wife, and a happy one too; for Red Deer loved her in very truth--and the secret of the death of the medicine man was buried in their hearts..