“It is well,” Chief Long Knife agreed, looking over at the child once more. He was eager to see his daughter. “I remarried but have never stopped caring for you and wondering if you are okay. When I inherited this tribe…” His voice caught, strangled by emotions he still wrestled with.

“It’s okay, I know what happened,” Gentle Doe instinctively placed her hand on the chief’s arm seeking to comfort him, then just as quickly withdrew her hand as though she’d ...