"One May morning in1845, Crow Indians killed and scalped John Johnston's pregnant wife, for many years thereafter, he killed and scalped Crow Indians. Then he ate their livers, raw." Page 21.

"He never attempted to dodge a difficult situation, yet he never sought an encounter or ignored one in his reckoning. His trade was trapping; the mountains were his home; and the killing of those who would disrupt either became, for one with his skills, merely routine." Page 36.

"Johnston stepped out into the open; moving closer, he heard a rustling behind the cabin and saw a huge vulture take wing. The clean-picked skull of the Flathead girl lay near the open cabin door—wind-blown or vulture-worried a little part from the remainder of her bones." Page 46.

"The capture of such a prisoner [Johnston] was a magnificent achievement for The Wolf, the young Blackfoot chief leaped down now into...