Was he expecting my father? His gaze sharpened as he studied me, snagging on my white forelock. He rose, his hands cuffed before him. My heart went out to this humble man. What was Wayne thinking to handcuff him? Running Wolf was probably embarrassed and humiliated. I walked to the side of the wooden table. “You sent for me?” He reached up and awkwardly stroked the white stripe in my hair. “It is true? You are the spiritwalker now?” I stepped back, motioned him back to his seat, and sat in the molded plastic chair across from him. “I’m a spiritwalker, and yes, I’m stepping into Daddy’s shoes. I wouldn’t say I am the spiritwalker. What can I do for you?” “I need a voice in the spirit world,” he said solemnly. My heart skipped a beat. My first dreamwalker request. Adrenaline surged in my veins, as did a generous shot of unease. I folded my hands on the table. “Tell me more.” “There’s a woman in my dreams. She comes to me each night, but I only see her face.
