A shake of the head, followed by a sigh was the only response he could give. Eagle Flies didn’t understand your words, and you didn’t understand his.

He looked at you, softly. Your Spanish was simply something he didn’t know. Eagle Flies was doing his best, although, to speak to you. You were a member of the Van Der Linde gang, and he was nothing if not loyal to them.

He knew practically nothing in Spanish, so the attempts at using English kept coming. You knew little of that. “English?”