My Name Is Cree by T.K. Richardson

Author:T.K. Richardson [Richardson, T.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-19T05:00:00+00:00

He dipped his head, his eyes solemn.

“Three Scars has requested that this not happen. I understand his concern, but the choice is yours, Little Foot.”

Torn between Three Scars’ request, and the desire to speak to the Forest People, another concern was just as important – I didn’t want to disrespect him in front of the Tore people by going against his request. Running Bears’ eyes seemed to weigh on me, my answer more important by the second.

“I respect Three Scars’ wishes because they are for my protection and I believe I will be most safe here with Tore people on Tore land. If the Forest People agree and if the elders agree, I will meet them here – they stay on one side of the river on their land, and I will be here on Tore land. Will this be okay?” I asked.

His eyes closed slightly, an expression of approval on his face. “You have chosen wisely, Little Foot. I agree this is a good way to proceed.” He looked at Running Bear and nodded for him to go, to carry the message to Three Scars.

He stood up.

“Running Bear,” I said, stopping him. Surprised, he looked at me, glancing once to the elder. “I heard there was an injury. Can you tell me if this is true?” I asked.

He looked to the elder for approval and then turned back to me.

“There was an injury, but it is not life threatening,” he said. “It is a minor wound.”

“Who is injured?” I asked, noticing his vague reply.

“It is Three Scars, but he will be okay. His shoulder is injured from a fall.”

“A fall? How can that be? You run in the dark with ease, you skim over creeks and rivers, you glide over every obstacle. How could he just fall?” I questioned.

“This will be dealt with at the proper time,” the elder interrupted, raising a hand. “Running Bear, tell the warriors what must take place and where it must take place. Today when the sun is lower in the trees, have them come to the river. We will be waiting.”

Running Bear exited the tent and a few seconds later I felt the ground rumble slightly under my feet. He was running back to them, shifted from this form to the next, the weight of his new form beating the ground beneath him.

I left the tipi and noticed movement around the camp, people flowing into the big tent, the aroma of coffee percolating over an open fire. I walked toward the coffee, and wondered how bad he was hurt, why the secrecy, and most of all how it happened? It didn’t make any sense. I glanced around. Several rows of blue and white speckled mugs lined the table beside the fire. I walked over and reached for the tongs, pulled the pot from the flames and poured a cup. I put the metal percolator to the edge of the fire grate to keep warm and sat down at a nearby table. Songbird appeared out of nowhere and sat next to me, her eyes imploring.

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