The Return

Native Americans

 

Microfiction

When he arrived back at the village there was a lot of whooping and hollering coming from the children. They were running and jumping around, as if they had never seen a person return from a hunt before. Hawk in the Sky had three horses (including the spotted one) full of provisions, and he had walked them all back to the camp. Old women smiled, and men slapped his back with congratulations.

It wasn’t until later, as he was sitting around the fire with his wife, that he remembered the terrible dream he had had the night before, about the demon. Staring into the fire he realized the origins of that awful thing was fear. Ever since his father had died he had been afraid. His father had been a strong leader, a war chief, and everyone looked to him, for everything. They trusted his father like no one else.

Hawk in the Sky realized he could never be that type of leader. He knew that, and the people knew that, and so they were all nervous. They did not have a strong leader anymore. Their jubilation over his return was partly due to relief. He was after all, the oldest son of Standing Bear.

His wife stared at him with concern on her face. He had not eaten. He shook everything else off, and smiled at her, which caused her to relax. Tomorrow he would meet with the counsel and talk, right now it was time to be with his beautiful Red Wing. He loved her softness. The children were asleep, and the two of them would soon be as well, underneath the buffalo blankets.

At Night

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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