Chapter One

Dawn crouched on the horizon as if gathering strength for the day. The birds, animals, rodents, and insects who came to life with the sun's touch had begun to stir while night creatures settled into countless hiding places.

Ignoring the waning summer's heat that would soon melt the cold from high desert rock, the small group of Ekewoko warriors walked single file along an ancient path laid down by deer or antelope. As befitting their status as those their lord trusted the most, they'd painted their chests with red and black symbols representing the hills and valleys of their birth. Although none of the five, nor those who'd remained at their encampment near the great lake, had seen their homeland since spring, their hearts remained in Ekew.

In contrast, they considered this rough and raw sweep of boulders, hearty bushes, and sharp peaks as both inferior and overwhelming. How, they pondered, could any living thing choose to call a place where the wind never ceased blowing "home"? Granted, the lake and creeks and streams that fed it provided sufficient fish and drew deer, antelope, and other game to it. In addition, the creeks and streams nourished what vegetation grew along its banks, but some of that vegetation was unknown to them, perhaps poisonous.

There was another question, one that each man kept to himself. How much longer would they have to remain here? Hopefully not until winter storms threatened to suck the life from everything, them maybe most of all. But there'd be no leaving until they'd captured what both Shaman Tau and Lord Sakima said they must if they were ever going to chase the hated Outsider

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