Geronimo nocked the arrow, raised the bow, and needed every ounce of his
strength to draw it. This was a man's weapon, with a much heavier pull
than the bow he had made for himself. But he did not shoot until he knew
he was on target.
The arrow's shaft quivered as its copper point bit deeply into the
knothole.
Delgadito said, "I saw you ride, and now I have seen you shoot. You told
no lies. When the sun has risen three times more, I will lead a raid
against the Papagoes, for we should steal more horses. You will ride
with us."
Delgadito turned and entered his wickiup to indicate that Geronimo was
dismissed. But for a full two minutes the dazed youngster did not move.
At last, at long last, his fondest dream was coming true.
He was to be a true warrior.