Then he and Paul strolled away through the village.
"Remember that you are Braxton Wyatt," whispered Shif'less Sol.

"Walk ez near like him ez you kin.

You've seen him often enough to know." The two sauntered lazily forward.

An old squaw, crouched by a low and smoking fire, gave one glance at them, but no more.

She went on dreaming of the days when she was young, and when the braves fought for her.