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“Aaaagh!” Omakayas exploded with such a wild sound of
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rage that Nokomis jumped. Pinch retreated, unnerved by how
sorely he’d tested his sister. Omakayas breathed out in relief.
These visitors were her friends and cousins—Twilight, Little
Bee, and Two Strike Girl. They had brought the boy she called,
in her mind, the Angry One. Her cousins were her favorite

friends, the ones she counted on. Twilight was much like her
name, quiet and thoughtful. Little Bee was funny and bold. Two
Strike was tough and she could do anything a boy could do,
usually better. Since her mother had died, she was wilder than

ever. Even her father had not been able to handle Two Strike,
and had left her with Auntie Muskrat. But Auntie Muskrat had
had no success in taming Two Strike. Sometimes she was so
fierce that she outdid everyone—it was a challenge to play with
her. The girls had learned to sew and bead together, gathered
berries, and helped their mothers clean fish. They also learned

early on how to tan hides, a task that Omakayas despised. And
now too, her sister, Angeline, was home. Omakayas grinned
with satisfaction. Pinch was delightfully outnumbered by girls
and would pout, creeping to Mama’s side when she arrived, and

turning into a baby, hoping to be pampered with tidbits of meat
and maple sugar.

despised If you despised something, you felt a strong dislike for it.

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