most dire distress asking for help! Ha! Ha! Is it not the funniest turn of events? I shall help him, but only because he has helped me so frequently in the past. Otherwise he should deserve to take on the brunt of this charge for his boldness.
Friday, June the Twenty-Fifth
There are some American Indians who come and go from town! I saw a most fascinating young man accompanied by an old woman. The woman wore a blanket woven of many colors in the most beautiful star-like design, and it had bead-work like I have never seen. It did not suit my aesthetic, perhaps, but there was no doubt it was created by a master of the craft. The boy was also quite exotically handsome! He looked like a regular hero! Perhaps shorter than an Englishman, but with a broad chest and beautiful jet black hair.
I was just doing my best to ignore Percy as he tried to get my attention— I suppose he wanted to make me jealous, but I was not having it. The ladies were all gathered around him, and I took some relief in the fact that he could only attract ladies of a " certain character "— when I was approached by the old Native woman in the beautiful blanket.
" Come," she said to me, in a whisper, and we ducked behind the building. " I must tell you something. There are words that I cannot say.
Things I should not speak, but I must tell you."
She stopped speaking suddenly, and looked down the dusty alleyway. On the other side stood a dog. It was watching us. The woman looked at it with the strangest look, but when it began to wag its tail the woman looked relieved. The dog ran off, and the woman continued. " It is not safe to speak now," she said. " If it is not a rude question," I began. " Who are you?"
" The white folks call me Old Squaw Frew, but my name is Tala Little Wolf. You must meet me tonight, at the stables. Bring your companion."
Tonight there will be a full moon, which is when the werewolves are said to thrive.
As the old woman and her young native companion left town I saw them being followed by the strangest-looking dog. It was not the one from the alley-way, for something about this animal seemed incorrect. I would swear it was a dog, but somehow it seemed to me to be something more akin to a dog pretending to be a dog. Does such a statement even make sense?
Saturday, June the Twenty-Sixth
After I managed to pry Percy away from his adoring throng, we set out looking for signs of the werewolf, wary of the night ' s approaching moon cycle. We spoke to many townspeople, trying to