She had washed her hair with yucca suds and it now lay in a satin sheen across her shoulders.
She gazed admiringly down at the clothes Cloud Eagle had given her to wear for the celebration of his new friendship with Thunder Roars. It was another treasure from the trunk that held his beloved mother's clothes.
Alicia put on the skirt and blouse of deerskin. The fringed skirt extended from the waist to the knees. The blouse and the skirt were both ornamented with bits of bright metal and glass. And she wore the usual moccasins now instead of those she had worn on the hunt.
Alicia stepped outside into the cool breeze of evening. The sky was just now darkening overhead. Her eyes were drawn to the gathering of Apache around a huge outdoor fire. They sat on blankets, leaving room enough between them and the fire for dancers to perform. The celebration had already begun.
Alicia's eyes shifted to Cloud Eagle.
