The crazy man had disappeared. In the old village where Bull Elk, Holds the Fire, and the others used to live, the people were terrified. If there was anything more terrifying to them than Red Hawk wandering around, it was that Red Hawk’s ghost would come to their village after he died, and haunt them for an eternity. He had not been seen for days.
No one put together a search party. Only his father went looking for him. First he went to Red Hawk’s lodge, and saw that his son had taken some warm clothes and blankets, his weapons, and his fire making tools. He also noticed that his son left on foot, so he followed his trail in the snow, down to the river. The tracks ended. Did he drown?
War Chief went back to get his horse and searched further. He rode up and down both sides of the river for long distances, and saw no sign of him. It was if his trail had been wiped away. Why did his son leave? Did he go hunting? Did he go off to die? There was no way to know. His heart ached, for the son he used to have. He was not always crazy, and War Chief had always hoped and prayed for his son to return to his right mind. As he looked across the plains beyond the river, he saw a herd of deer playing in the snow. He prayed that the Creator would protect his son.
In a way he did go off to die. Since no one was following him Red Hawk figured they didn’t care, or he did an excellent job covering his trail (it was easy with snow), or both. He was seeking answers, and he was going to find answers even if that meant he froze to death trying to find them. He had not eaten in seven days, and didn’t care. It was just him and the wilderness, and that’s the way he wanted it. He did make fires, and he did make water from the snow and that was all.
And then the pain started again, his vision went blurry, and he could hardly see or walk. He passed out from the pain, and fell in the snow. When he awoke he was still in pain, and he crawled in the snow, not knowing where he was, or where he was going. He heard a voice call his name, but he could not see through the pain, so he ignored it. He was crawling, and the voice called again, “Red Hawk”. He turned over on to his back and could only see the outline of some trees, the sun became incredibly bright, and he passed out again.
The pain was less when he woke this time, and when he sat up, he noticed a herd of buffalo, very close at his feet. He thought he should be terrified but he was not. Should he care that he would die this way? Suddenly he felt the hot breath of an animal on the back of his neck. The animal snorted and a blast of hot air came from its nostrils and went all over the back of his head. If it was time for him to die, he thought he should face it, so he slowly turned his whole body, and came face to face with the Great White Buffalo.
But the huge animal was not angry, in fact, there was kindness in his large eyes. He spoke to Red Hawk but his lips did not move. He said, “I am here to help you”.
Note: Part II of the Rescue of Red Hawk is coming up, and then we will return to the village of two peoples, where both the Tsi and the Grie live together. I also have some poetry to share! Peace!
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