The Absaroka believe that vengeance is a good thing," The man that was once Cletus Tull said softly —- more to the night wind than the man at his feet. "It allows the murdered person's spirit to rest in peace." He moved the burning branch closer to Jeb's whiskey soaked clothes. "They also believe that after you end the murderer's life, you should also end his soul with fire."
As the meaning of the words sunk in, Jeb once again tried to rise —- but this time the blow from Sayacha's club was a fatal one. Looking at his watching brother-in-law, Sayacha dropped the burning branch on the dead body at his feet. Jeb's now sightless eyes reflected back the growing flames that quickly engulfed his body.
Stepping back from the heat, Blue Shirt gripped the other man's arm. "No longer will you be called Sayacha Yalow —- though you will always be my 'White Brother'. Now you are 'Tayanno Nay Saw' —- 'Burner of Souls'
The man that had been Sayacha nodded agreement, then together the two Absaroka slipped silently away into the night.