Johnny Hunter by Richard L. DuMont

Author:Richard L. DuMont
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cheyenne, Native American, Coming-of-age, teen fiction, teens, YA, Young Adult, basketball, sports, historical
Publisher: BHC Press
Published: 2018-04-10T16:00:00+00:00

RICHARD! RICHARD! ARE you hurt?” Johnny called, cupping his hands over his mouth. He watched, his heart full of dread, until Richard’s arm slowly moved. “Hang on. I’m coming.” Sliding over the edge on his backside, he slowly worked down the steep ravine toward his friend. When he was ten feet above him, Johnny’s feet slipped and he skidded the rest of the way down. He came to rest next to Richard.

Richard’s eyes were closed, and there was a cut on his forehead. Johnny scooped up a little snow in his hands and gently rubbed it on his buddy’s face.

“Richard, can you hear me? Come on, this is no time to die on me. I need your help to get us out of here.”

Richard slowly turned his head until he was facing Johnny. He blinked and opened his puffy eyes. “Ah, it’s you, again. I thought maybe I had died this time, but good old Johnny Hunter saves me twice in one day.”

“Yeah, I found you, but what happens now? I don’t know how to get back by myself. Can you walk?”

“Maybe, but you’re still going to have to lead us out. My head hurts me something awful, and I can hardly see. Besides, my arm feels like it’s broken. You’ve got to take over as chief scout.”

“Okay,” Johnny said. “But you got us into this mess and you have to help me!”

Johnny slowly pulled Richard up to a sitting position. He rolled his head and groaned. “Oh, every bone in my body aches,” he said. “I think I broke all the bones that I missed when the bus crashed.”

“Can you stand?” Johnny asked him. He put his arm around him. “Come on, old timer. Let’s see if you can walk.”

Leaning heavily on Johnny, Richard tried a few steps. “I guess I’ll be okay, but you got to walk slow and don’t bump my arm. It’s killing me.”

“Sure, I won’t leave you behind to freeze to death in this hole. Hang on to me and we’ll climb out of here.”

Johnny slowly crawled up the other wall, which was only ten feet high, dragging Richard with him until they were back on top of the mesa.

Richard wrapped his good arm around him. “Can you get us both out of here?”

“Well, I’m a Cheyenne too, you know. I think I can get us home.”

Richard smiled through his swollen eyes. “Let’s go, then.”

The wind picked up, blowing the snow sideways, which made the trip down the hill treacherous. Johnny walked slowly, trying to keep his friend from falling. He looked for the trees, knowing that they had to be close. It seemed they had been walking for hours. The dark clouds and whipping snow made it impossible to guess the hour of night, but it was growing darker all the time.

“Do you see the trees?” Richard asked.

“I can’t tell,” Johnny answered. “It’s dark and there’s so much snow. I can’t see very far.”

“Keep looking. We’ve got to be close. When we get there, I want you to leave me and take off for the agency.

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