Soul Stance River - 8

As we wait for Cruzzatte to anchor the boats and bring along the men with pull sleds for the carcasses a teenage Indian boy on a brown pony painted with winged eyes prances in and out of our slain buffalos, quiver and bow upon his back the settling haze of violence ebbing around his undisturbed gallop as if to see and sanction what we've done, completely unfrightened by us his eyes fixed on me with a grin that says he knows the pleasure of the kill, he be so errie in his handsome joy of this death scene, through native sign language the poetry of hands in dance reveals the heart of a tribe, Drouillard and I determine that his name is Young Wise and is a member of the Yankton Sioux I agree to let Drouillard return with Young Wise to the Yankton site of 60 lodges 15 miles away, he will be a potential hostage but he has accepted the risk like a family man and if they harm him we will burn them, their leadership will recognize the importance of our favor and arrive at the Corp's camp with chieftains, curiosity and Drouillard by dusk I'm sure, our respective nations must learn the path to mutual prosperity, J.A.B.