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311 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1994
The chief declared the beginning of the meeting by clearing his throat loudly. "We are here tonight to water our garden. But this is not like our regular watering, for that which grows in our garden needs far more water than we have believed. A few months ago, this grandson of ours found his way back to his roots, coming out of the wilderness where the white man lives -the one who hunts men. When the spirits have a plan for someone, he survives even the unsurvivable."
The sun had already risen. A few scattered clouds were speeding across the empty zenith as if running away from the threat of the burning disc.