Having no way to refuse, she followed him to the campfire of their host. If they served something she couldn't eat, she'd feign illness.
Fortunately, breakfast was nothing like she imagined. They were served a kind of pancake that Bordeaux said was made from ground Mesquite beans. It was sweetened with the juice of yucca fruit. It wasn't tasty, but at least it was palatable. In dry gourds, they were served a hot tea made from the ground leaves of something Bordeaux called the lip fern. It actually tasted like tea. Apparently the Indians had taught Bordeaux a lot about living off the land. How much time had he spent with them - and the young Indian girl?
Breakfast over, Bordeaux saddled his horse and pulled the field glasses from his saddlebag. He handed the glasses to the chief and spoke to him in their language. Finally he mounted and held a hand down to Cassie.
"Come on. Let's go home."