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“George Running Buck, I must talk to you,” said Summer Buck, through the locked door of the Chief’s office.
“Go away,” replied the Chief, through the door. “I will not talk to you.”
“You sound upset, my friend. Let us talk.”
“No. Show him out, Tall Fox.”
Tall Fox, who had been standing impassively with the Elder in the outer office, shrugged. “I told you the Chief didn’t want to be disturbed, Old One. He is upset about the Council Meeting that has been called.”
“That is why I must talk to him.”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait.” He motioned towards the door, smiling, but not friendly.
Shaking his head in dismay, the old man left. He had wanted to talk with Running Buck before the Meeting. Being refused audience with him was unprecedented, and did not speak well of Running Buck. Could Small Bear be right about him? Was it possible?