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Whiskey
Jack
’
s
lips
did
not
move
.
"
What
did
the
Buffalo
tell
you
?
"
"
To
believe
.
"
"
Good
advice
.
Are
you
going
to
follow
it
?
"
"
Kind
of
.
I
guess
.
"
They
were
talking
without
words
,
without
mouths
,
without
sound
.
Shadow
wondered
if
,
for
the
other
two
men
in
the
room
,
they
were
standing
,
unmoving
,
for
a
heartbeat
or
for
a
fraction
of
a
heartbeat
.
"
When
you
find
your
tribe
,
come
back
and
see
me
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
I
can
help
.
"
"
I
shall
.
"
Whiskey
jack
lowered
his
hand
.
Then
he
turned
to
Wednesday
.
"
Are
you
going
to
fetch
your
Ho
Chunk
?
"
"
My
what
?
"
"
Ho
Chunk
.
It
’
s
what
the
Winnebago
call
themselves
.
"
