-hobybuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns May 2026

Tala looked toward the mountain, and for a moment Hoby saw the child she'd been—the one who could speak to horses and find water in a drought and read the weather in the flight of birds.

Hoby took off his hat, ran a hand through his silvering hair. "I did come back. Three days after they took you. The place was locked up. They said you'd been sent to the reservation school in Oklahoma. Said no forwarding address." -HobyBuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns

"How did you find your way here?"

Hoby tightened his gun belt and mounted his own horse. "Then let's give him something to be afraid of." Tala looked toward the mountain, and for a

Hoby glanced at the old bunkhouse, where the tack hung dusty and unused. At the empty corrals. At the house where his boys had grown up and moved away, where his wife had died of a broken heart—or so the neighbors said—three years after Tala left. Three days after they took you