" Then Eaten Alive came into the tipi with a five-or six-year-old child. The boy’s brown skin was broken with sores and lacerations, he was thin and shivering and dressed in a piece of bed-ticking that nearly enveloped him. You see here, said Toshana. We just got him from the Apache, see how they treat them. If you want to take him with you, you can. I will not ask you to pay. “Where did he come from?” Samuel held his hand out to the boy and felt an anguish in his heart at the sight of the child. The boy ducked his head and shrank away. We don’t know. The Apaches didn’t say where he came from. “I will contact the military in Santa Fe. Maybe they have a report of a missing child.” Toshana was silent for a while, and then he said, But there are thousands. Samuel nodded. Thousands.

Jiles, Paulette. The Color of Lightning: A Novel (pp. 294-295). HarperCollins e-books. Kindle Edition. "

― Paulette Jiles , The Colour Of Lightning