They were onihomihan, brothers of the wolf. The link between them was even stronger than that. That was where they had become blood brothers. Matt Bodine and Samuel August Webster Two Wolves had ridden together for a number of years, drifting across the frontier, and before that they had been childhood friends in Montana. The companionable relationship between them came naturally. California’s in front of us, and the Mississippi River’s behind us. “And Montana and Canada are up yonder a ways. “That way’s Mexico.” He turned in the saddle and waved a hand northward. “I’m not lost.” Matt pointed south over the mostly flat, dry terrain through which the two young men rode. “Maybe we should just admit that we’re lost.” You’re the one with the college education. And since you’re half Cheyenne, that makes me. “I believe most of them in these parts are Navajo.” “The Indians who live around here are not Cheyenne,” Sam pointed out with the tolerant air of someone explaining things to a small child. “Well, then, shouldn’t you be at least half-sure where we are?” “You don’t know exactly where you are? You’re an Indian, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you know these things?” That’s why they call this area the Four Corners.” We might’ve even strayed over the line into Colorado or Utah. “Are we in Arizona or New Mexico?” Matt Bodine asked with a puzzled frown. All copyrighted material within is Attributor Protected.
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