““Do you think there’ll be someone in the Xanti who’ll remember your mother?” Finn blew on the embers. “I don’t know. We may not find the Xanti,” he warned her. Maia shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. But if we do, will they accept me? I don’t have any Indian blood.” “If they don’t, we won’t stay. I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I’ve got my gun.” “I’m not scared,” said Maia. And she wasn’t. She’d been scared of the nastiness of the twins and of being shut up in the Carters’ bungalow, but she wasn’t scared of traveling through unknown lands with a boy hardly older than she was herself. She thought perhaps she wouldn’t be scared of anything ever again if she was with Finn.””
