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"The spring isn't just water, Hoby. It's the headwater of everything. Three rivers, four aquifers, and every creek that feeds this valley. Tillman thinks he's buying the land. But the land was never his to buy. Or mine. Or yours." She turned back to him. "The spring belongs to the water itself. And the water remembers who tried to poison it."

She was small, wrapped in a faded army blanket despite the August heat. Her hair, black as a starling's wing, hung in two long braids threaded with leather and turquoise. She didn't turn when Hoby's boots hit the dirt. She didn't need to.

Hoby's throat tightened. "I should have fought harder." -HobyBuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns

Hoby glanced at the old bunkhouse, where the tack hung dusty and unused. At the empty corrals. At the house where his boys had grown up and moved away, where his wife had died of a broken heart—or so the neighbors said—three years after Tala left.

Tala—because that was her real name, Hoby reminded himself, not the English name the social workers had pinned to her like a tag on a stray dog—tilted her head toward the mountains. "The same way I found it when I was six years old and lost in the blizzard. The same way the salmon find the creek where they were born." "The spring isn't just water, Hoby

"I'm not staying," Tala said quietly. "After this is done, I have to go back. My people need me."

"He's been buying up everything for fifty miles. Land, water rights, even people." Tala's jaw tightened. "But he doesn't know about the old spring. The one where you found me. The one that doesn't show up on any map because my people never mapped it." Tillman thinks he's buying the land

They stood together in the growing light, the mountain casting its long shadow over the ranch. Somewhere up in the pines, a hawk screamed. And the old spring, hidden and forgotten, bubbled up from the dark heart of the earth—waiting to be remembered.

Hoby tightened his gun belt and mounted his own horse. "Then let's give him something to be afraid of."

"They changed my name. Said 'Tala' was too hard to pronounce. Called me 'Margaret.'" She almost smiled. "I ran away seven times. The eighth time, I stayed gone."