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ETHAN
The fever that had spread through the group seemed to have run its course. The elderly woman before me was resting easily now, comfortably settled in a bed of furs. Her daughter and granddaughter would tend to her now. I turned and nodded to them and they quietly took my place. One held a wooden cup of hot broth for the woman to drink. As I pushed back the flap and stepped out of the tipi, I rose once again to my full height and took a deep breath of the cold air. While there was ventilation within, the interior of the Indian’s home was smoky. I stretched my back and circled my neck as I took in the snowy landscape.
The Montana Territory was a far cry from the flat, tree-filled landscapes to which I was accustomed. There were similarities, however, in the turmoil and dejection f
