And Wind said, “Tell the young ones to make ready. Tell them a great medicine man will come

from the East. He will speak two tongues, the Apache’s and

the White eye’s.”

Dr. Logan Kincade was every Bostonian’s guest of choice, not because of his dark good looks, his wit, or his renown as a surgeon, but because his blood wasn’t blue like their’s, it was red. Apache red!

Logan heard a voice and knew it wasn’t human. All his Apache instincts, honed at his grandfather’s knee came alive. A strong hot wind eddied around his body and embraced him. “Healer… Your people await you. You are the one. You are Medicine Man.”

“Who the hell are you?”The answer whirled around him. “I am Wind.”

Medicine Man

Cheryl Clarke

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