...lightning forked toward the dry earth, the white light streaking across the sky as if bony fingers reached into the purpling cloud. Thunder shuddered through the early night, the vibrations of it rolling through the cracked soil.

Fear still haunted Sunktokeca as he recalled the pair of blue eyes in a face of bleached bone.

How can you be a strong leader of men if you cower away from your own truth?

Istagunga sought for the magic that ran beneath the soil like a network, each thread connecting all living things together. It was this immense power that held Iktomi's Web together...