The Travelers 1 by Lee Hunnicutt

Author:Lee Hunnicutt [Hunnicutt, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lee Hunnicutt
Published: 2016-03-10T05:00:00+00:00

For the first ten days after the attack she was too weak to get out of bed. She spent those days in Whistling Elk’s teepee. Most of the time she slept. Except for calls of nature, Sonny and Jack never left her side. It was as if they thought that if they let her out of their sight she would disappear or something bad would happen to her. Although she teased them about their vigilance, it touched her that they cared so much for her.

Except when she was sleeping, there was a constant flow of visitors. Tall Boy and Stone Fist spent almost as much time with her as did Sonny and Jack. Falling Moon Woman or one of her sisters was always with her to help her eat or to help her on her feet and take her outside to the proper area when she had to relieve herself.

It was during this time of recovery that Whistling Elk, Two Feathers, Falling Moon Woman and her sisters would tell her and the boys the great legends and lore of the Cheyenne. Even though Tall Boy and Stone Fist had heard these stories many times before, they never tired of hearing them. For Jack, Sonny and Beth it was the first time they had heard them and they listened to the stories with rapt fascination.

When Beth was well enough to be carried out of the teepee, a tribal meeting was held. A large fire was built and the tribe circled in close so that all could hear. Meetings like this were very important in the lives of the Plains Indians. This was where tribal business was conducted but more importantly this was where tribal lore was recounted and great deeds were disclosed. Tonight’s meeting was of the last category.

As the tribe gathered and settled in there was the normal crowd noise, people talking and gossiping, someone coughed. When Whistling Elk stood up, all became silent. All you could hear was the fire crackling and the soft rustle of the wind.

Whistling Elk was wearing his best buckskins. He had on his war bonnet of eagle feathers. The feathers trailed to the ground. He also carried his coup stick.

When the tribe looked at him dressed in his finest buckskins with his war shield on his left arm and his coup stick in his right hand, they knew that this was a man who commanded respect, a man who made them proud to be Cheyenne.

The atmosphere was charged when he stood up. They waited impatiently for him to speak.

Whistling Elk began to dance around the large fire and as he danced he began to chant and the chant became a song. This was his song to the Great Spirit, a song beseeching the Great Spirit to be with them this day and for them to listen to today’s tales of great valor and courage. He raised his face and voice to the sky and sang his song. When he finished his song he sat down.

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