How does one express her gratitude to so many who have placed their trust in her hands?

It took a while for her to pay attention to the message the drum-beaters were sending...Maybe it was more the looks of the people that she passed. Or the whispers of the elders as she entered the wagons to tend them. She really couldn't say. She just knew that one moment she was tending to the needs of the tribe, and the next she was listening, awestruck as the news of her new position among the people was being spread faster than wildfire on the plains. While she wanted to run from the wagon and ride the plains as fast as her gray could move, she controlled that urge and finished her work.

There would be time later for her to celebrate in her own way. For now the needs of the camp came before some silly expression of happiness...