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"The small cotton farmer did, but the rich plantation owners never got out in the fields to work. They were lazy and very rich."
"Now the war is over, and the people still hate."
"Hate steels the heart and is a bad thing. Pride is equally bad. One cannot admit their wrongs, the other cannot understand their pride. Brother kills brother. It is not a good kind of war. This Great White War killed many men. Now that it is over, they must clean up their messes and begin again. It is like our great wars of the past."
"Yes, this is true."
Lone Wolf studied on it a minute, then looked at his friend. "White men are educated but many are fools."
"What do you mean?"
"You can get more work from a slave by treating them kindly, than beating them. They have not learned this. And it is their misfortune. Our people seek peace, when my father goes to the Great Spirit he can be proud of the way he has treated his people. And so, will I! But chiefs like Cochise and Geronimo will fight until the end and die. In some ways they are no different than the white."
Deer Runner smiled, "Yes, I agree. To surrender our lands like we have, takes away much pride, but gives peace in return. Peace allows man to learn from the past mistakes."
"Come, we must pack up and go." Lone Wolf told him.
"You are anxious to return?" Deer Runner teased him.
"Yes, my brother, I am." Lone Wolf smiled.
They packed up and traveled a bit further this time but still not out of the mountains.
It was a long and tedious journey. They fought the weather, and they tried their best to stay clear of villages. They weren't sure what they'd find.
But they ran into another tribe as they crossed toward Texas and the dry winter cold of the panhandle. Comanche and Apaches were attacking viciously. Sometimes they fought each other, as it was territorial to begin with.
Settler's homes were burned out. Soldiers lie in large circles where they had tried to sneak up on the Comanche villages.
"We must stay away from their camps," Lone Wolf advised.
"It is a bloody time." Hannah cried. "Did you see that fort we passed?"
Lone Wolf nodded, "It was burned to the ground"
"The Apache and Comanche are great warriors, but they do not understand that peace will keep more alive than war. We cannot win from the whites in the long run. There are too many, and they have big weapons. But the Indians will never be the same, I fear. Especially Comanche and Apache. They have warred so long, they do not know anything else." Black Feather shook her head.
"Yes, you're right. The Comanche's see this as a time to win their battles, and they will fight their brothers the Apache's for the spoils of their wars."
"The poor settlers don't deserve this," Hannah told him.
"They suffer the most from all of this. I have to respect them for defending their homes."
"Yes, I wish I could do something… "
"We cannot do anything. We must push onward to get home."
She nodded. But the sadness in her face brought no peace for Lone Wolf.
Although Hannah had become a part of his tribe now, he knew she still had feelings for her people too. It was good, that she did. But it was also very sad, for she could do nothing about the killings and raids.
Trying to keep her mind off the deaths, Hannah talked to Black Feather that next evening as they camped.
"Do you want children?" she asked her.
"Yes, but none have come yet." Black Feather sighed heavily.
"How long have you been married to Deer Runner?"
