"You said you'd come back for me," she said. Her voice held no accusation, only a fact, like the shape of a scar.
Hoby took off his hat, ran a hand through his silvering hair. "I did come back. Three days after they took you. The place was locked up. They said you'd been sent to the reservation school in Oklahoma. Said no forwarding address." -HobyBuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns
They stood together in the growing light, the mountain casting its long shadow over the ranch. Somewhere up in the pines, a hawk screamed. And the old spring, hidden and forgotten, bubbled up from the dark heart of the earth—waiting to be remembered. "You said you'd come back for me," she said
"What do you need?" he asked.
"One more thing," Tala said as she swung onto Rain's back with a motion as natural as breathing. "Tillman's got men watching the roads. He knows I'm back. He's afraid of what I know." "I did come back