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man sleeps so soundly. But I have applied medicine that
     will keep the poison from killing him. Under my care, he will be well soon.”
    “Thank you,” Wolf Dancer said, sighing withrelief. “This is a kind man. He did not deserve the treatment he was given by the
     white man. We will make certain he never hurts this man again. I am going to ask Joshua, which is the wounded man’s name,
     to stay among us in our sanctuary. It will become his, too, if he agrees.”
    “What of his family?” Shining Soul asked as he softly applied a white doeskin cloth to the wound.
    “I know not of his family,” Wolf Dancer said, standing to leave. “When Joshua is ready, he will tell us.”
    Wolf Dancer patted Shining Soul softly on his shoulder, then left the shaman’s lodge.
    Wolf Dancer found most of his people outside, waiting to hear about the black man that had been brought among them.
    Never holding anything back from his people, Wolf Dancer took his time explaining to them about what had happened, and that
     Joshua would possibly be staying to make his home among them.
    Wolf Dancer trusted in his shaman so much that he was certain the man with black skin would not die. As he had so many times
     before, Shining Soul had worked his magic on the black man’s wound.
    When everyone’s concerns had been alleviated, and his people had dispersed, Wolf Dancer went to his own home.
    His personal lodge was different from all others of his village. Although it was built of many of the same materials, like
     palmetto thatch and cypress logs, his house was two stories high. On the upper floor was akind of porch that was open to the
     air and looked out over the village.
    The balcony was a breezy, cool spot where he could watch the activity of his people.
    It was one of his favorite places to spend time.
    After getting an orange and peeling it, Wolf Dancer sat down on a thick pelt on the second-story balcony that overlooked his
     village. As he enjoyed the orange, he watched his people: The adults went about doing their daily chores, while the children
     were happily romping and playing amongst themselves.
    His mind returned to the white woman who was now widowed. He would go and watch her some more as he planned how to get her
     away from the evil white man who had widowed her.
    From what little he had observed today, he’d noticed that she had two children with her. One was black, surely a child of
     a slave, and the other was white-skinned, an exact replica of the woman, with her same golden hair and pretty face.
    Surely this white child was the woman’s daughter. The child, too, must be in despair over the loss of her father.
    In time, Wolf Dancer would save her as well from the clutches of the evil man, providing her mother would let him come into
     their lives to help them.
    It had been many moons since he had allowed himself to be infatuated by a woman. His wife, Pretty Butterfly, had died after
     being together as man and wife for just one night.
    An alligator had killed her the next day. It had found its way onto the island while his wife wasaway from the village, searching
     for turtles for her cook pot.
    It had taken him years to begin getting over his loss, but now that much time had elapsed, he knew his heart was healed enough
     for him to love a woman again.
    Yes, he did hunger now, not only for a woman, but also for a family of his own.
    Driven to know whether the white woman was alright, Wolf Dancer left his home and went to check on Joshua. After discovering
     him sleeping peacefully, he continued on to his canoe and slid it back into the river.
    His heart beat with an anticipation that he had not felt for years. Each stroke of the paddle taking him closer to the white
     woman made him realize just how empty his life had been without a woman in it to share laughter and conversation with him.
    Yes, he would observe what was happening at the huge plantation house. He would make certain that the widow and her daughter