"They changed my name. Said 'Tala' was too hard to pronounce. Called me 'Margaret.'" She almost smiled. "I ran away seven times. The eighth time, I stayed gone."
Tala—because that was her real name, Hoby reminded himself, not the English name the social workers had pinned to her like a tag on a stray dog—tilted her head toward the mountains. "The same way I found it when I was six years old and lost in the blizzard. The same way the salmon find the creek where they were born." -HobyBuchanon- Native American Indian Girl Returns
Hoby went still. "Royce Tillman."
"He's been buying up everything for fifty miles. Land, water rights, even people." Tala's jaw tightened. "But he doesn't know about the old spring. The one where you found me. The one that doesn't show up on any map because my people never mapped it." "They changed my name