And during swatches ofsemiconsciousness , when he realized that his restless sleep was being pierced by dreams, he mentally assured himself that it was probably a normal occurrence Bryn Keller's words would combine withVictoria's face and the sense of helplessness that had assailed him at the time would come back with a painful force. Sometimes, when he closed his eyes, thedreamworld took him back.Far back. It had all been fairly simple inSouth Dakota. Half the people in his small town had Indian blood. He had loved being a Blackfoot then.Loved the days with grandfather.Peaceful days, perfect days. Days in which he had eagerly learned to stalk deer, to watch the flight of the hawk and move through the night as one with it. But then hadcome the move toNew York.And the taunts from the kids in the streets.And the fights. And his mother's soft voice. "You must learn to smile at the taunts, my love, for they are only testing you. And courage is not always in violence, Lee, but in the dignity to stand against it.
