““Pincus, would you tell him I want to examine his wound?" She didn't dare touch his bronze flesh until Pincus had explained what she proposed to do. "Tell him I want to make it"--she pointed at his side--"stop hurting." Pincus's sibilant Spanish flowed past her in a smooth stream. The Apache shook his head and uttered something in a low growl. "Well?" Aurora glanced at Pincus, who'd halted a few feet behind her. "He says, Thank you, but Apaches are used to pain. He doesn't need the help of a woman with flaming hair. Apache medicine will heal him. Save White-eyes medicine for the soldiers. Soon they will need it." "Pincus, I may not know much Spanish, but I do know he didn't say ' gracias.' " Aurora didn't take her eyes off the Apache as she spoke. "Therefore I have to wonder what other words you put in his mouth." None, Wolf almost replied in English before he caught himself.””
