Indian lore have never had a shifter as a man or animal who killed at random. They have always changed to protect themselves or to protect the tribes. Within the myths of the Native Americans, it would seem that, to be politically correct, if there are shape shifters, they are like Spider Man or Superman, who live a normal life until their talents are needed, then change to protect the weak. Lovely tales to tell the young around the campfires at the many communal meetings where everyone likes to go and see the old dances and the costumes. Everyone needs a super hero.”
She nodded, getting her thoughts together. “You don’t believe in the myth?”
He laughed as he reached for the bag of chocolates again. “I didn’t say that. So many things out there don’t have logical explanations in life. I won’t say I don’t believe in them. I have never seen a molecule, but I believe in it. I haven’t seen the face of the Great Spirit, but I believe in him. Do you not believe in such things that you can’t touch or see?”
It was her turn to laugh. “I guess you are right. There are a lot of things I believe in that I can’t touch, nor can I see, but I don’t believe in Spider Man or Super Man.”
There was silence for a few minutes. Sally heard him crunch on the coatings of the small candies. Finally, he spoke again. “Did he bite you?”
The question shocked her. This wasn’t going where she wanted. She decided it might not be a good idea to continue talking to a man who guessed that she had changed her name. He seemed to guess too much. “Chief George, I want to thank you for your hospitality.” She got up to go over to her coat. “Please thank your wife for me. I have a long drive back to town. I would like to get there before dark.”
He came over and helped Sally get into her coat, then moved as he held the door for her. She was surprised that he went with her to her truck. Even Gloria hurried out to give her a cloth-wrapped bundle through the window.
“Just some corn bread sticks and some honey from our own bees. You come back any time.” Gloria waved as she hurried back inside the warm house.
Chief George stood by the side of the road as she started the truck. He looked over at her. He finally added a few words. “If he bit you, he can find you anywhere. He marked you.”
Sally looked at him. “He wasn’t a wolf.”
The man looked at the dead weeds beside the path leading to his door. “There are many types of grasses, yet they all have a purpose.” He turned, walking slowly to go back into his comfortable home.
Sally didn’t move the truck until she saw the door close behind him, then slowly turned it around to start back towards town. She was off the reservation before she realized that all the kids had disappeared. She was alone in her borrowed truck.
Chapter Five
Spring in Wyoming was a shock for Sally. It was beautiful. That was what surprised her—everything turned green and flowers appeared everywhere. The trees had buds that were a light yellow green. They reflected against the dark green of the pine trees that had shed their dry needles with the winter storms. They now had a fresh, polished look.
The snow melting in the mountains overflowed every brook to form streams in areas that needed water, so that more grass and flowers appeared. Driving along the roads, one could see animals of all types—deer, elk, rabbits, small rodents, not to mention the numerous squirrels. The skies were full of birds, all sizes, displaying an array of colors. Most of all, she loved the smell. The fresh odor from the fields was something no one could put in a spray, no matter how much money Fabreze spent on advertising.
Whistle Stop Tours was busy in two areas. There were the tours to schedule for the next seasons and even the next year, in addition to the tours to handle that were coming in. These early ones were mostly fishing groups, small, some only one or two. Jim loved these fishing
She nodded, getting her thoughts together. “You don’t believe in the myth?”
He laughed as he reached for the bag of chocolates again. “I didn’t say that. So many things out there don’t have logical explanations in life. I won’t say I don’t believe in them. I have never seen a molecule, but I believe in it. I haven’t seen the face of the Great Spirit, but I believe in him. Do you not believe in such things that you can’t touch or see?”
It was her turn to laugh. “I guess you are right. There are a lot of things I believe in that I can’t touch, nor can I see, but I don’t believe in Spider Man or Super Man.”
There was silence for a few minutes. Sally heard him crunch on the coatings of the small candies. Finally, he spoke again. “Did he bite you?”
The question shocked her. This wasn’t going where she wanted. She decided it might not be a good idea to continue talking to a man who guessed that she had changed her name. He seemed to guess too much. “Chief George, I want to thank you for your hospitality.” She got up to go over to her coat. “Please thank your wife for me. I have a long drive back to town. I would like to get there before dark.”
He came over and helped Sally get into her coat, then moved as he held the door for her. She was surprised that he went with her to her truck. Even Gloria hurried out to give her a cloth-wrapped bundle through the window.
“Just some corn bread sticks and some honey from our own bees. You come back any time.” Gloria waved as she hurried back inside the warm house.
Chief George stood by the side of the road as she started the truck. He looked over at her. He finally added a few words. “If he bit you, he can find you anywhere. He marked you.”
Sally looked at him. “He wasn’t a wolf.”
The man looked at the dead weeds beside the path leading to his door. “There are many types of grasses, yet they all have a purpose.” He turned, walking slowly to go back into his comfortable home.
Sally didn’t move the truck until she saw the door close behind him, then slowly turned it around to start back towards town. She was off the reservation before she realized that all the kids had disappeared. She was alone in her borrowed truck.
Chapter Five
Spring in Wyoming was a shock for Sally. It was beautiful. That was what surprised her—everything turned green and flowers appeared everywhere. The trees had buds that were a light yellow green. They reflected against the dark green of the pine trees that had shed their dry needles with the winter storms. They now had a fresh, polished look.
The snow melting in the mountains overflowed every brook to form streams in areas that needed water, so that more grass and flowers appeared. Driving along the roads, one could see animals of all types—deer, elk, rabbits, small rodents, not to mention the numerous squirrels. The skies were full of birds, all sizes, displaying an array of colors. Most of all, she loved the smell. The fresh odor from the fields was something no one could put in a spray, no matter how much money Fabreze spent on advertising.
Whistle Stop Tours was busy in two areas. There were the tours to schedule for the next seasons and even the next year, in addition to the tours to handle that were coming in. These early ones were mostly fishing groups, small, some only one or two. Jim loved these fishing
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