He was taken aback by the doe's transformation into a woman. "I... I hunt for the challenge, and I hunted the White Doe because she was the greatest challenge that I have yet encountered." He sat down heavily, beside the lake, laying his gun aside. "You are the white doe? I don't understand what has transpired." He rubbed his eyes. Surely it was all so trick, or he might have eaten something hallucinogenic.

His eyes swept over the beautiful woman. She was dressed like an Indian, but she looked like a white woman. It was all rather confusing, as was the little girl. He could swear he had stepped into some fairy story, like he had learned on his grandmother's knee.