Bitterroot Valley objects of ceremony

Sega made a sound like someone who had once laughed loudly and often, then never again. A rusty sound. Miska made a quiet promise that he would oil those hinges, drop by drop, and bring forth the ha-HA he knew lay hidden in Sega's chest.

But not tonight.

"What wolf you have for tribe?" he asked instead, studying the stars. "I meeting singing girl, and seeing very bad turkey hunter."