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Lindsay heard subdued noises, then saw blurred faces, bending over her, shouting something. She thought she has seen Peter but she wasn't sure. But there was always Silver Cloud near her, chanting something in his own language, his old eyes filled with wisdom and love.
How could she has ever believe that he meant to hurt those two boys? He had no choice. It was not revenge, it was something else, something deeper and more important but just now she was too tired to think…
"Hey, Lin, your daughter looks really great!" exclaimed Peter, eyeing the baby, lying in Lindsay's arms.
"You don't have to say that to me," she smiled, looking down at the tiny face with tenderness. "She's the cutest baby in the whole world!"
"No one ever doubted," grinned Axon, then threw an anxious look at Lindsay: "Are you sure you're all right?"
"Of course I am, Pete, where's the problem?"
"Well, the doctors were kind of perplexed when we brought you in yesterday. You looked as if you were in coma. And the yelling baby, who have them a start."
"I don't remember anything," admitted Lindsay, "except for faint cries of Colleen. Things were somehow blurred for me."
"You don't remember a thing?" wondered Peter. "Wow, that's what I call calmness. This Indian girl brought you to the reservation where Colleen was born, then she called me and we came here with a helicopter and brought you to a hospital. Well, I must say, Ms. Donner, you like to create a lot of fuss about you."
"Pete, that's…"
There was a knock at the door, interrupting Lindsay. Moni's face appeared in the doorway.
"Hi, Lindsay, Silv and I thought you'll prefer our company to the one of the boring old man here," she pointed at Peter.
"Boring old man? Me?" Axon asked, shocked. "Hey, what do you think you are?"
The girl burst into laughter and Lindsay joined them. "Oh, Pete," she wept away the tears of merriment, "I guess you better go. Perhaps you'll hear other things you won't like."
"I'll go," he threatened with a grin, "but I'll come back. And you'll pay."
Little Moon picked up Colleen: "Isn't she cute, Silv? Just imagine someday you'll have one as well."
Silvia blushed and Lindsay smiled: she hasn't met someone as direct as Moni.
"Imagine, Lindsay, our friend Olstrey's gone," reported Little Moon, "disappeared without a trace. And people are packing their stuff, ready to leave. No one actually liked the town, it was Olstrey who made them stay."
"Are you glad?" Lindsay asked both girls. They nodded.
"Well, I'll finally leave the place," explained Silvia," perhaps it'll be easier to forget Andy once I'm not here. Besides it's easier to get a job in a bigger town."
Moni grinned: "Yeah, now we've got enough place to build proper houses. And old fuddy duddy gonna be content."
"You mean Silver Cloud?" smiled Lindsay.
"Yeah," agreed Little Moon, "I'm never respectful but I doubt he's gonna be angry with me. By the way, he must have liked you." She eyed Lindsay for a while and added: "But then no man will ever find you boring."
Lindsay looked at Silvia and they burst into laughter. Moni watched them, shrugged and laughed as well.
Snow was softly falling on the road, covering trees and fields. The wind made cornflakes dance in the falling light of the dusk. An old Indian was standing at the crossroad, looking up to the sky. A very old man but still standing straight. Unbending. He stood there for a while, as if listening to the wind, then spoke softly: "The justice is restored. At least some of the land, belonging to Sauks, is again theirs. You can sleep well."
The wind carried the words away and snowflakes still fell down on the place where the old man stood. But he was already gone.
The End
27 October, 2001,
by Anastasia.
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