Shaman Part 68
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Owl Carver looked surprised. "After all you have suffered, do you not want to return to your family?"
White Bear thought quickly. "There is a chance that murdering uncle of mine is one of those lying on the ground somewhere around here. It would be good to see him dead."
Owl Carver grunted. "I will tell Redbird that you are safe."
Fear and exertion had exhausted White Bear beyond ordinary fatigue, and he had barely enough energy now to roll himself in a blanket by the small fire. Unconsciousness. .h.i.t him instantly.
In the morning he watched, sickened, as Wolf Paw not only scalped a long knife who lay dead in the tall gra.s.s, but slashed open the man's woollen trousers and sliced off his manly parts. Blood spattered over innocent prairie flowers of violet and yellow, and a swarm of flies buzzed around Wolf Paw, waiting to settle on the dead man when he moved away.
"Why do you do that?" White Bear demanded. "The Sauk have never done such things to a dead enemy before."
"The Winnebago Prophet says that the long knives are planning to kill all Sauk men, and then bring up black men from the country to the south to mate with our women. That way they hope to breed a race of slaves.
This is our answer to that."
The story sounded absurd to White Bear. The pale eyes in Illinois didn't even keep black slaves. Just more of the Winnebago Prophet's babblings.
But Wolf Paw firmly believed it.
At a sudden drumming of hooves, Wolf Paw and White Bear both looked south at Old Man's Creek. A Sauk warrior splashed through, waving his arm.
"Long knives coming!" he shouted.
Wolf Paw picked up two rifles, his own and the dead man's. They had found eleven bodies scattered along the edge of the Rock River, none of them Raoul's.
White Bear was disappointed, but not surprised, that Raoul had managed to escape. Surely he deserved killing more than any of his followers who did die. But White Bear had not stayed behind just to see Raoul dead.
In fact, it was a relief that the spirits had not answered White Bear's forbidden prayer.
He kept looking for movement out of the corner of his eye, trying to see whether Otto Wegner was anywhere about. But he saw no sign of him.
"How many long knives?" Wolf Paw said to the scout as he rode up. "Can we fight them?"
The scout's hand slashed a no. "Too many. Fifty at least. All on horseback. And they have a wagon with them."
"Coming to collect their dead," said Wolf Paw. "They will not like what they find." He grinned down at the corpse he had just carved.
"Better mount up and ride away from here," said the scout. "If they see us, they will chase us."
"They will not chase us," said Wolf Paw. "They will be afraid of an ambush." His smile broadened. "Maybe we will give them one."
At Wolf Paw's shouted command the six warriors who had remained with him moved into the trees north of Old Man's Creek, the same trees where White Bear had taken refuge last night. White Bear tried to see the tree where he had hidden Wegner, but the woods looked different in daylight.
Wolf Paw ordered his party to mount their horses, tied up amidst the trees, and ride north to Black Hawk's camp. But though he swung into the saddle, he did not ride off with them. He sat on his white-spotted gray pony facing the direction the long knives would be coming from. A screen of low-hanging maple branches and wild grape vines concealed him. White Bear, on a brown mare captured in Raoul's camp last night, drew up beside him.
"Why are you staying?" White Bear asked.
"I counted only eleven dead long knives," said Wolf Paw. "I want to make it twelve." He put the hammer of his flintlock on half-c.o.c.k, poured fine-grained priming powder on the pan from a small flask, and closed the fizzen over it.
White Bear sensed that something very important was about to happen and that he must wait with Wolf Paw.
"Why do _you_ wait?" Wolf Paw demanded. "You have never killed anyone."
"Here they come," said White Bear, choosing not to answer him.
The two horses pulling the wagon, a flatbed with railed sides, halted at the creek. Most of the long knives dismounted and began to search through the remains of Raoul's camp. A few others rode across the creek.
Wolf Paw raised his rifle.
The long knives cried out to one another and cursed as they found the mutilated bodies of their comrades.
_Now they hate us more._
The long knives had rolled-up blankets tied across their horses' backs.
They opened the blankets and used them to pick up the dead. One pair of men on foot was already carrying a blanket-wrapped body across the creek to the wagon.
One long knife rode slowly toward them. He was so tall that his legs dangled down from his horse almost to the ground. He came to the body Wolf Paw had just been stripping, and climbed down. He took off his broad-brimmed gray hat and stood holding it in both hands as he looked down at the body.
White Bear heard the click of a flintlock hammer being drawn back to full-c.o.c.k. Wolf Paw sighted along the barrel.
The militiaman raised his head, and White Bear saw tears glistening in the morning sun as they ran down his cheeks.
White Bear knew this man.
A gaunt brown face with strong bones, deep-set gray eyes, a young face aged by grief. In White Bear's vision of last winter this man had a black beard; now he was clean-shaven. But this was the man the Turtle had shown him.
A sudden shout from the woods made both White Bear and Wolf Paw jump with surprise.
"Help! Help me, please!"
White Bear saw Otto Wegner stagger from the trees about a hundred feet to his right. He was trying to run toward the tall man.
He limped badly and let out an "Oh!" of pain with every step.
The tall man set his hat back on his head and ran toward the Prussian, who fell forward on his face in the gra.s.s a short distance from the edge of the woods.
Wolf Paw swung the rifle toward Otto, but before he could fire, Otto fell and was almost obscured by the tall gra.s.s. The blue-black rifle barrel lifted toward the man going to his aid. White Bear heard Wolf Paw draw a deep breath through his nostrils and saw his finger tighten on the trigger.
Even as the hammer fell and the spark set the powder sizzling in the pan, White Bear thrust his hand out. In the instant between the pulling of the trigger and the firing of the rifle White Bear pushed the barrel off target.
The rifle went off with a boom and a flash and a puff of blue smoke.
The lanky man jerked his head around and stared into the trees where Wolf Paw and White Bear sat hidden on their horses. He shouted and pointed. The long knives spread out between the creek and the woods brought their rifles to their shoulders. Some of them jumped on their horses.
"_Why did you do that?_" Wolf Paw shouted. It no longer mattered that the long knives could hear him.
He raised his rifle as if to hit White Bear with the b.u.t.t end, as Eli Greenglove had done many moons ago.
"Come on," said White Bear, ignoring the threat and kicking his horse's sides to start him galloping through the woods. Wolf Paw, who had no time to reload, thundered behind him, uttering shouts of inarticulate rage.
White Bear was certain Wolf Paw would strike at him with rifle b.u.t.t or tomahawk or knife before they cleared the woods, but Wolf Paw was wholly bent now on escape.
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