BackcountryChapter 10
I stopped my bellows and looked around fearfully. The only weapon in reach was the big stone mallet I beat the bloom with, but I knew that to reach for it would be death itself. The Indians closed in, forming a tighter ring around me. Beyond, I could see two braves stand near Mataoka and little Harvey, too. “Hello,” I tried to greet them in Indian. They stared at me, then turned and talked to one-another in a language I did not understand. One of them reached for where the bloom I had been...