Kiyiya laughed at the thought. “No, no…ha…the chief is my father’s brother. My father is shaman…” Why would the soldier ask such a question? Did he find the brave attractive…was Jordan like himself, preferring the companionship of other males to the gentle bodies of women? “No, Jordan I have no companion...I have no squaw and I am to old to live in the tepee of my father. What of you? Have you a squaw and papoose waiting for you?”