Running Fox had been an amazing brave. There wasn’t anyone in the tribe that wasn’t
impressed by him or who didn’t enjoy his sage advice and amazing stories.
He was one of those who could travel with ease through the
forest and never step on a single twig or crunchy leaf.
Last night, however, as he tried to quietly make his walk
down the hall, his old bones snapped and popped announcing his location to
every room he passed. Even with Thunder
Woman supporting his arm as he walked, he couldn’t help but feel the hawk would
be coming for him soon.
Once back in his room he lay quietly looking up at the
white-man television. He pictured
himself as Indiana Jones. He envisioned
the garage door slowly closing, He had to act quick if he was to dive and roll
beneath it before it slammed shut.
“Toss me the whip.”
“No, toss me the bedpan, then I’ll toss you the whip.”
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