
You are Cogewea, happier with a book than with the roundup your family expects you to ride. Foreman Jim LaGrinder teases you about your horse and argues, gently, for whose knowledge belongs on the ranch's map, the surveyor's lines or the water and camas ground your grandmother's people have always used. A wild chase nearly costs you both a fall, and a spooked horse becomes proof of how much trust already sits between you, right up until a stranger steps off the Polson steamer asking for work.
Read Cogewea, the Half-Blood