She's never seen the times, as I have, where it's kill or be killed.

Be patient with her, Grant--and don't feel hard.

She'll get over it.

I want," she stopped because her voice was beginning to shake "-- I want my biggest boy to be happy." Her hand slipped around his neck and pressed his head against her knee.
Good Indian got up and put his arms around her and held her close.

He did not say anything at all for a minute, but when he did he spoke very quietly, stroking her hair the while.
"Mother Hart, I stood on the porch and heard what she said in the kitchen.