Madelaine brushed her short, brown hair, neatly placed the brush on the dresser then crossed the room and pulled back the covers of the bed in Mrs. Hanson's guestroom. She lay down and, staring up at the ceiling, linked her hands behind her head. Tears prickled her eyes as she thought about Grandmother. She'd never seen her grandmother cry but when she heard about the slaughter men and Black Wind, several big tears rolled down her wrinkled cheek before she took a deep breath and blinked hard. Madelaine still felt that warm glow right in the middle of her chest from Grandmother's words to her.
"Madelaine, you're just like your momma and daddy. Brave and good. You've made this old woman proud."