A noise woke Goodie and she opened her eyes.
“We’ve got company,” an old woman’s voice whispered.
“Quiet, woman,” an old man’s voice whispered back. “The medicine keeps them asleep, but if you keep talking, they and their wolf may wake anyway.”
“Why don’t we just smother them and steal their hearts?” the old woman asked. “It would be easy.”
“That wolf outside is a spirit,” was answered. “She’d go straight to a medicine man and where would we be then?”
“What do we do?” Goodie heard.
“Pretend to be good Cherokee people,” was answered. “And hide that box, woman.”