Hair
had both talked to her many times about the village where White Bear had
lived with his father, Star Arrow. The great lodge they lived in must be
somewhere beyond that hill. And the walled building at the top of the
hill would be the trading post of White Bear's uncle, the one who had
driven him away from here and who had tried to kill him at Old Man's
Creek.

As she got closer she heard angry voices. Again she took her baby in her
arms. She looked around for Wolf Paw and was grateful to see him at her
side. He set Eagle Feather down, and the boy seized her skirt.

But if this was the town where White Bear had lived, this was where Wolf
Paw's war party had killed many men, women and children. This was where
the big gun had fired into Wolf Paw's body the silver coin that still
hung around his neck. What if these people recognized him? She was glad
again that he had taken off his red crest. The coin, she noticed, had
disappeared, too, inside his buckskin shirt.

But whether they recognized Wolf Paw or not, these people would hate her
people.

Terror seized her as she remembered her vision at Fort Crawford--death
on the trail. She tried to stop walking, but the people behind her
pushed her on. The mounted long knives behind them were driving everyone
forward.

Closer to the pale eyes standing in the trail, she saw that most of
those in front were men, and they were holding clubs and rocks. Her legs
turned to water and she felt that she might fall down. She did not have
the strength to go on, to walk toward the death she had foreseen days
ago. Her own people jostled her. The long knives were calling orders,
trying to make the Sauk move ahead, but nobody wanted to be the first to
come near that angry crowd.

The long knife with the yellow mustache rode ahead and spoke to the
crowd, waving his hand at them to clear the way. They shouted back at
him.

The crowd surged forward.

And the blue-coats rode into the fields on either side of the trail.

She could not see the villagers, because Wolf Paw had stepped in front
of her.

Eagle Feather's frantic grip was hurting her leg. She hugged Floating
Lily tightly in her arms, hoping that if she were felled by a stone, her
body would protect her baby.

_They are going to kill all of us._

The shouts of the pale eyes battered at her ears. Rocks, many bigger
than a man's fist, hurtled through the air. Redbird saw women and
children falling around her.

She heard