Ethan raced toward the field of weeds and flowers at the side of the trail. He didn’t want to leave Henry alone, but he knew he must follow instructions.
Ethan dropped to his knees. Tears ran down his face as he searched frantically among the weeds and wildflowers for the plant Henry had described. If only he knew what he was looking for!
“You look for something?”
Startled, Ethan whipped around to find a tall, sun-browned man behind him. An Indian! How could he have come out of nowhere so silently?
Ethan crouched in the grass and stared at the man in terror. Black hair hung in a braid down the Indian’s back. He wore a soft buckskin jacket and leggings. A large bow hung over his shoulder, but he also carried a rifle on one arm.
Was he friendly?