It hadn’t taken much more pressure to put the man down, but Clint had made certain to wait until the man had stopped moving for a bit before letting go of his neck. Clint didn’t know exactly how much time he’d have until the guard woke up, but he figured he could at least stay put long enough to listen to what was being said inside the tepee. Keeping one hand on the unconscious Indian’s arm so he’d know when the man stirred, Clint kept his ears focused on the council meeting and his eyes open for any sign that he might be discovered.Most of the talking inside the tepee seemed to come from one man who had a weathered, aged voice. After a few sentences, Clint knew enough to be certain this wasn’t Chief Tolfox. Apart from the tone of the man’s voice, one thing that struck Clint was the fact that most of the men spoke English.“We have heard these promises before,” the old man said, “and your words have only led to blood being spilled.”“My promises have paid off,” another man replied.
