from the copyedits of THE COLD EYE (October 2016)
Gabriel had been born in the Territory, his father the son of settlers, his mother the daughter of a Métis woman…. He had grown up seeing Métis cousins and the occasional Anishinabeg or Dakota come through, either hunting or trading. He had grown up learning hand language, picking up words here and there, had learned what certain markings and attire meant, and when it was a time to speak, and when he should remain silent, and his time with the Hochunk had taught him how to admit that he did not understand a thing.
(Gabriel has his flaws, and a bad case of self-directed denial, but he adults pretty damn well)