to follow his trail.â
âHe left a trail? Thatâs odd. He usually covers his tracks well.â
âIt was a path of blood, Mama.â
âOf blood? Heâs notââ
âNo, I think heâll be fine now. For a few days, he rana terrible fever and I didnât know if he would pull through, but I think the worst is behind him.â
âSo heâs recovered?â
Alys nodded.
âAnd thatâs where youâve been these past few days, I would assume?â
Another nod.
âI had wondered. You were gone for so long each day and seemed in such a hurry, even when you were here.â Her mother looked thoughtful. âA trail of blood, you say? Did anyone else see it, do you suppose?â
âI donât think so.â
Ma Clayton seemed to settle down somewhat, though her eyes took on a faraway look. âHe told me what you had done for him when you were young,â she said. âI donât think he ever knew that you were my daughter, I had never mentioned you, but he told me how heâd come to know about the caves.â She gave her only child a warm look. âThat was a brave thing you did for him. Why did you never tell me about it?â
Alys shrugged. âI was afraid for them, the Indians and for myself, too, partly. I was too scared to say a word about it.â
âI understand.â Her mother took Alysâs hand into her own and patted it, continuing, âI donât rightly know when the few white people in this town came to be in such a powerful grip of hate. I can still remember the first time your father and I took a look at this landâright here where this town is. We fell in love with it. There was nothing here back then, not in the fur trade days, and making friends with the Indians was a necessity if we wanted to stay alive. Why, Iâve thought more times than I can count that if it werenât for the caves and the legacy to you down there, Iâd have left here long ago.â
âTo go back east?â
âEast? Land sakes no, why east? I donât know anyone back there. No, Iâve often wondered what it would be like if I should go spend some time with the Indians. I have a hankering to see how it might feel to be free again.â
âBut we live in a free country now, Mama.â
âIn this town?â
Alys grinned. Her mother had a point. Although the country was free, here one had to toe the line with certain people, whose tongues were known to be more than a little unfriendly. That is, if one didnât want to find oneâs life in a shambles.
Luckily for her, her mother had never cared to cater to such people. âI never knew that about you, Mama, that you yearned to be with the Indians.â
âWell, I never told you or many others about it. I wanted a better life for you. Thatâs why I sent you east.â
âOnly to have me return as soon as I was able. I never really fit in back there.â
âIâm sorry.â
âI learned a lot, though,â Alys added as an aside in the hopes that her mother might not think her efforts had been wasted.
âWhatâs he doing now?â
âMoon Wolf?â
Her mother nodded.
âOh,â a wave of heat washed over Alysâs skin and she prayed that if there were any color in her face, her mother wouldnât notice. âHeâs probably asleep,â she offered. âI left him with the wolf to guard him. I guess Iâd better get back and see how he is faring.â
âYes, youâre probably right. You go on ahead, then. And treat him well. Heâs a right honorable young man.â
âHmmm,â Alys uttered noncommittally.
âGo on, now. Thereâs some fresh bandages in the drawerover there and you can take him some of your fatherâs old clothes.â
Alys drew in her breath in a hiss. Had she mentioned that Moon Wolf lay naked in the caves?
âIf I know