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  1. LONE
  2. STAR
  3. RISING
  4. CONTENTS
  5. THE
  6. BUCKSKIN Line
  7. FOREWORD
  8. PROLOGUE
  9. BADGER
  10. Boy
  11. FOREWORD
  12. THE
  13. WAY of the Coyote
  14. FOREWORD
  15. EPILOGUE

Haltingly Andy said, “I got his watch back for you.”

He slipped the loop over his head and handed her the silver timepiece. Reverently she pressed it to her cheek. “Bless you, Andy.” She cleared her throat and turned toward the larger group of horsemen. “You-all must be tired and thirsty and hungry. Come on up to the house. We’ll fix you a celebration supper.”

Burmeister dismounted and touched the brim of his hat. “In a while, madam. First we must see to the horses.”

Geneva released Billy only long enough for the other family members to hug him again, then she clasped him as if she never intended to let him go. She leaned her head against her husband’s shoulder and cried.

Rusty wanted to go to her but could not. Instead, Josie came and put her arms around him. “It’s a happy day you’ve brought us, Rusty.”

He found it hard to speak. “It was Andy’s doin’.”

“Billy told us a little. If it hadn’t been for you and the rangers, Andy and Billy might not’ve gotten home. I don’t know how Geneva could’ve lived. It’s a bitter thing to lose family.”

“I can imagine.”

“You’ve been a member of this family for a long time, Rusty, whether you’ve realized it or not. And so will Andy be from now on. It takes more than just blood to make a family. It takes love.”

She tiptoed to kiss him on his bewhiskered cheek. Warmth rushed into his face.

He said, “Maybe you shouldn’t do that out here in the sight of God and everybody.”

“I’ll do it again, Rusty Shannon, whenever I want to. But I’ll wait ‘til you get rid of those whiskers.”

Preacher Webb led the family and everyone else within hearing in a prayer of thanksgiving for Billy’s deliverance. “Lord, we thank Thee mightily for the deliverance of this child who was lost. And we beseech Thy blessings on the lad who brought him back to us, for in some ways he is also a lost soul, seeking his way.”

Andy appeared overwhelmed. Rusty tried to ease his discomfort. “I know you’ve been blamin’ yourself, but nobody else feels that way. You heard what Clemmie said.”

“You don’t suppose she just said that to make me feel better?”

“Clemmie Monahan never says anything she doesn’t mean.”

Andy had long since lost his shirt. Josie fetched him one that belonged to James. Bearing patches on the elbows, it draped around him like a tent. The sleeves extended almost to the tips of his fingers. “At least it covers you up decent,” she said.

When she was gone Andy rolled the sleeves up past his wrists. Ruefully he said, “I don’t guess folks will ever get used to the Indian side of me.”

Rusty said, “Main thing is that you know who you are.”

“But I don’t. I felt out of place when I was up there amongst the Comanches. I feel out of place here. Maybe I don’t fit anywhere.”