Silvertip Mountain Crippled Beyond Repair

Chaska at first seemed hesitant, but he spoke. His words were choppy, and he was clearly broken up about whatever it was. I did something. That didn't sound good. By the way Chaska spoke, it almost sounded like he'd killed someone. Ezekiel knew the guilt of killing someone, and it made him instantly sad for the other. He himself hated the feeling of guilt, it had made him want to cry many times. Chaska tucked himself away into his chest, stifling his sobs. Zeke thought about his words, not wanting to make anything worse. What happened to him? He didn't want to ask who the boy was yet, who usually was touchier than what had been done to them.