Sierra Vista was a far vaster affair than the tepee of Grey Beaver.
Nothing happened, though the adjacent portions of the tepee moved.
As he peered in at the tepee door Wetherell perceived Pogosa dimly.
A mutter of voices in Pogosa's tepee interrupted his thought.
Pogosa was waiting, squatted on the ground at some distance from her tepee.
Then the other said, “My friend, ...