The Outcast

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“Lou is still alive,” Shakespeare said. “She’s been taken by the Bloods.”

A hot sensation spread from Zach’s neck to the top of his head. “I’ll count coup on all of them.”

“Blue Water Woman only saw one, but there must be more.” Shakespeare snagged Zach’s sleeve as Zach turned. “Be careful. The Bloods are good fighters and damn clever. They’ll be expecting someone to come after them. They’ll be ready.”

“They won’t be ready for me,” Zach vowed, and was out the door in long lopes.

Dedicated to Judy, Joshua and Shane. And to Beatrice Bean, with the most loving regard.

The End

He came out of the north, out of a land of virgin forests and icy winters, out of a land where lights danced in the night sky and the wendigo feasted on human flesh.

He had traveled so far, he could not say how many sleeps it had been. He was weary to his bones, but he didn’t show it. He sat his horse straight and tall, his shoulders back, his chin high. No one would know to look at him that a dark secret hung over him like a cloud. No one would know that his own people had banished him.

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