Ah-kah twisted a piece of fringe into a knot. It was the fourth knot she’d made at the bottom of her buckskin dress, each representing another day aboard the train. She sighed, wondering how many more knots she would make before this journey’s end.

Ah-kah looked up to see her mother’s chin bobbing above her chest. Peonte’s eyes were closed, her sleek black hair covering the corners of her face. The girl worried about the dark circles ringing her mother’s eyes. Was she really asleep?

— Paintbrushes and Arrows 9781561649631