𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅗𝅥𝅘𝅥𝅯𝅘𝅥𝅮   Wild Horse devised for himself a pastime whether sat upon saddle or seated within tipi pitched atop quiet mesa. Maȟpíya labored with care with each book binding, each margin decoration, and with faithfully rendering into the written word what he either memorized or heard from the one who met with him. Many cycles of dawn to day to dusk rolled its reds and blues and violets across the sky in succession for each book he produced. The Kwee' contended with his absences into his ti