12/8/97...Peering over the plain the boy suddenly realized that the sky faded into the north horizon, and it was only after a few minutes of concentration that what he saw was probably the largest body of water he had ever laid eyes upon. Could this ocean be what the tribe was searching for?But why? Why would any tribe feel an ocean was the Promised Land, the Region for their Salvation, or the next Harrowan Mound?
The boy shook his head. He had no time, no food and was in no condition or position to wonder. Someone knew a lot more than he did, and he would trust there intuition more than his. They had survived more winters than he.