Dragons Teeth Crichton 2017 (WWT)

“I said, ‘I bid you welcome and wish you success and happiness in the journey of your life.’”
“What’d you say it in?”
“Mandan.”
“You goddamn fool, Mandan’s Sioux talk. Those’re Crows!”
Even Johnson had been long enough in the plains to know of the traditional enmity between the
Sioux and the Crow tribes. The hatred between them was deep and implacable, especially since in
recent years the Crows had allied themselves with the white soldiers in the fight against the Sioux.
“Well, Mandan’s all I know,” Isaac protested, “so I said it.”
“You goddamn fool,” Sternberg repeated. “If we didn’t before, now we have a problem.”
“I thought Crows never killed white people,” Morton said, licking his lips.
“That’s what the Crows say,” Sternberg said, “but they tend to exaggerate. Oh yes, lads, we have a
problem.”
“Well, we’ll go down there and straighten it out,” Cope said, in his usual forthright manner.
“After our last supper?” Cookie said.
“No,” Cope said. “Now.”