They eyed Skye, studied Jawbone, who stood with his ears laid back, and then examined Skye’s party, visible a mile back from that ridge. “Come. Visit. Smoke. People that way,” one of the warriors signed. He pointed northwest. Skye would rather not, but saw little choice in it. All he could do was warn his people to keep an eye on their horses. There wasn’t much else that they could call property or that the Gros Ventres would prize. Skye nodded. His hands worked swiftly. He would return to his people and guide them to the village. The sign-talker’s hands responded. “We go with you.” Skye acknowledged it and turned Jawbone back to his party, trailing along behind. When he rode in, flanked by the Gros Ventres, his women watched warily, ready for trouble. But Skye possessed the only weapon among them, something the Gros Ventres swiftly realized. “Mister Mercer, these gents are Gros Ventres, a tribe allied with the Blackfeet. They want us to visit them,” Skye said. “Well, we’ll do it.”
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