Rising, I dressed quickly and went into the kitchen. After drinking a cup of hot chocolate, I began to make the pie I had promised Hawk. While it baked, I tidied up the house, my eyes wandering to the front window several times in hopes of seeing Shadow. Where had he gone? Knowing him as I did, I was certain he had gone off alone to seek guidance from Man Above. It was just after noon when I went into town. Hawk was pacing back and forth when I entered the cellblock, and my heart welled with sympathy for my son. I remembered the time I had visited Shadow in the stockade at Fort Apache in Arizona Territory. Conditions there had been much worse than those Hawk found himself in now, but Hawk’s eyes reflected the same quiet desperation I had once seen in Shadow’s. “I brought the pie,” I said, forcing a note of cheer into my voice, “and a change of clothing.” Hawk nodded. “Have you heard anything?”
