She saw the machine slide out of the group and away in a wide circle to regain the trail.

She saw the group break and start off in various directions as duty or a passing interest led.

But Wagalexa Conka never once seemed to remember that she was not there.

Never once did he speak her name.
Instead, just as Rosemary was leading the way into the house, this slim young woman they called Jean glanced around inquiringly.

"I thought you had a squaw working for you," she said in that soft, humorous voice of hers.