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"Tonight," Gray Cloud said, "I cohed and asked for a story "There are hts for stories," the older man said with a tired voice that did not fit this uitars captured everyone's attention Charlie's baritone voice began singing Hoe and soon Brett joined in with his tenor voice Megan listened, letting thein the way they played transported her to another place when Wyos, such as Oh! Susannah, Brett slowed it doith Red River Valley Megan glanced towards Gray Cloud, who stared into the fire never blinking "He seeks his grandson," she told herself As she spoke the words, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, as if so but darkness

After the last note was sung, the kids shuffled to the cabins With the flames doused, smoke rose into the sky and Gray Cloud's eyes followed the path When he left, Megan looked into the dark tapestry with twinkling stars that held stories Did it also hold answers as to when Colby Jackson would return to his fa out a whisper Megan turned around and stared in a, broad-shoulderedat her She tried to learn hian reached towards hi with its first heartbeat Though her body trembled, she reached further to touch him, to make sure he was real He vanished

A whistled escaped as she breathed "We'll chalk this up to Circle M's mysterious ways" She stared into openness and wondered, "Is he a Blackfoot spirit or a real man?"