Moonsong Glacier Black ice.

they were of a difference of opinion, jr and dutch. he chooses to soften it and she chooses to look at it bluntly; which if why they were standing on opposite sides of it, jr doesn't doubt. she would not begrudge dutch the gentle way in which he spoke about them, even if it sours in her mouth like bad meat.

-i ... we don't know,- jr admits, hating that perhaps the very most. -we went to the bison hunt and they did not return with us. they just left, without word.- jr signs to her mother, assuming that dutch would be on his way, sparing him a glimpse out of the corner of her eye but nothing more.