"David Robbins - Blade 05 - Pirate Strike" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

George is only half white, and you know that. No man, even a full-blooded
Kutenai, could be a better husband or a more caring father. I love him,
Grandfather, and I resent your attitude toward him." She paused, the
lantern casting a harsh yellow glare on her angry features."I wear the
clothes I do because they're comfortable. Not everyone enjoys wearing
buckskins like you do. Not everyone believes that everything the whites do,
everything the whites touch, is evil. And I stopped using my given name
because I never liked being named after a plant. You know all this," she
concluded testily.

Red Hawk lowered his gaze to the ground.

"And now you're going to pout again," Jeannie said.

"A shaman of the Kutenai does not pout."

"Then what would you call it?"

"My heart is heavy because my granddaughter shows me such
disrespect."

"In other words, you're pouting."
 "Who am I to argue with one who knows all things?"

"What's the use?" Jeannie snapped. "Talking to you is a waste of time."
She pivoted toward the door, then stopped. "Wait a minute. You never
answered my question."

Red Hawk said nothing.

"What are you doing out here? It's late, and yoa should be in bed."

"I sense a great evil."

"Your shaman powers again, right?"

Red Hawk nodded. "The spirit of the raven whispered in my ear."

"And what did the raven whisper this time?"

"An evil comes on the wind from the west," Red Hawk informed her
solemnly. "The lives of many will be lost."

"I trust not anyone we know," Jeannie said with a tinge of sarcasm in
her tone.

Red Hawk nodded.

"I hope I'm not as morbid as you when I'm eighty-four," Jeannie
remarked. She happened to look over her right shoulder. , "What's that?"