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Tala looked toward the mountain, and for a moment Hoby saw the child she'd been—the one who could speak to horses and find water in a drought and read the weather in the flight of birds.

"What about it?"

Tala—because that was her real name, Hoby reminded himself, not the English name the social workers had pinned to her like a tag on a stray dog—tilted her head toward the mountains. "The same way I found it when I was six years old and lost in the blizzard. The same way the salmon find the creek where they were born." -HobyBuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns

"They changed my name. Said 'Tala' was too hard to pronounce. Called me 'Margaret.'" She almost smiled. "I ran away seven times. The eighth time, I stayed gone." Tala looked toward the mountain, and for a