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Cherokee Arrow

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The Indian, who hadn’t said a word, walked over with his quiver of arrows and bow to compare. “This not Cherokee arrow. Arrow of Lakota. Sioux bad Indians, kill everyone. Kill our people, white men, Mandan, Pawnee, Chocktaw, everyone. All hate and fear the Lakota.” Alma noticed Luke had the gun belt on with its one gun. The Indians noticed as well “How did you know?” Luke asked. The Indian explained, pointing out each feature. “Cherokee arrow made from cane, feathers are eagle. Lakota made from willow, feathers from turkey. Not as good for hunting, better for killing.” Luke pulled out the gold from his pocket, handed it to the Chief. “A friend gave me that nugget. Told me you can pick them out of the streams, everywhere in California. Work one hour, one day …show more content…

Could hear Luke cursing inside. She rose and took advantage of the private moment and returned to use her knife to spear a piece of the baked fish, but had trouble getting it to pull loose from the rock. She dumped the water out of one of the bowls he’d washed onto the dirt, then used the back of the knife to scrape one of the fish loose into the bowl. Men, even when they tried to help, they weren’t no good at it. When he cursed more, Alma called. “Best come if you’re planning to eat any of this fish. It’s done and some, already.” He came out of the smelly tent and the back half collapsed after him. Alma tried, but ended up laughing. He gave her a look, but then it changed and he just smiled. There was something in the look that made her look down. When he came to sit down, he sat too close to her on the bedroll, and she scooted over almost off the edge. He gave a snort of surprise, reached for a piece of fish and moved his fingers back from the hot rock. She repeated the steps of emptying out a wet bowl and scraping the fish loose for him. “Bread,” he grunted. She handed him a piece, took one for herself. He took a couple of bites before

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