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 "Jimmy is almost twelve. He's outgrown bedtime stories."

"When I was a boy I always liked to listen to the stories my grandfather
told me. He knew of the old ways, the ways of our people before the
coming of the whites. He was a shaman, a man of mighty power, like his
father and his father's father," Red Hawk said, and sighed. "I am the last
shaman of the Kutenai."

"You don't know that for a fact. There may be others."

"Where?"

"As you pointed out, there were many Kutenai in the States before the
war. Perhaps there is a shaman among them."

"I would know if there was."

"You and your magic powers."

"The powers of a shaman only seem like magic to those who are
ignorant of the ancient Kutenai ways."

"Are you calling me ignorant?"

"Never. Merely uneducated."

"Sounds like the same thing to me."

Red Hawk was spared the necessity of explaining his comment by the
timely appearance of George, who held a Winchester 30-30 in his left
hand.

"Is that all you're taking?" Jeannie asked.

"I want to travel light," George said, and kissed her on the right cheek.
"Keep the kids in until I get back. I'll try to return by noon."

"Oh, wonderful," Jeannie said, grinning crookedly. "Leave me cooped
up with the three brats and GrandfatherтАФ"

"I am going with George," Red Hawk announced.

"What?" George responded.
 "Did an earwig crawl into your ears and eat your eardrums?" Red Hawk
queried. "I am going with you."

"Forget it."

"We will leave immediately," Red Hawk declared, draping his blanket
over his granddaughter's left shoulder and stepping toward the forest.