Cheyenne Madonna
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Eddie Chuculate. Cheyenne Madonna
Galveston Bay, 1826
YoYo
Winter, 1979
A Famous Indian Artist
Dear Shorty
Under the Red Star of Mars
Cheyenne Madonna
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ON THEIR SECOND DAY, Old Bull’s party began to see many wolves and coyotes in the distance, slung low to the ground, throwing backward glances. They appeared in the midafternoon as mirages through a heatwave gauze that rose off the plain and made things shimmer and seem not as they were. One stopped and sat on his haunches and looked behind him. He licked his chops then looked right at Old Bull before slinking away. Something extraordinary was happening, plainly, but Old Bull was unconcerned. There were many days to cover before this Great Lake he had heard so much of. They were Old Bull, Red Moon, Sandman, and Whiteshield. Other than strips of dried meat wrapped in skins, they carried no excess baggage other than an extra horse each on a side rope. Their horses were lean and muscled and born to run. But this wasn’t a war party or a scouting trip. This was plain-and-simple joyriding – an adventure – and who wants to be bogged down on an adventure? Privately, Old Bull thought the stories were exaggerated – days and days of water in either direction? The absolute end of the earth? Surely if this was true, this would be the very origin of their existence, he thought.
The water was very low in the Red River, and they let the horses drink after they crossed. Toward evening the antelope came – sand-brown like the terrain and splotched with white. First one, then in groups of twos and threes. Soon, Old Bull’s party was surrounded front and back by the usually very skittish animal. They stopped their horses and looked in all directions. Old Bull liked the way the antelope sprang in long graceful arcs, one after the other, like they were playing children’s games. But Sandman drew and shot an arrow into one’s neck right at the top of its jump. It fell on its two front legs and lay quivering in the grass. He got down and pulled out his arrow then cut its neck with a quick jerk. He did all this calmly. Old Bull shook his head. Red Moon laughed. That damned Sandman.
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“OK then,” Jordan said. “To where?”
“Through that gate right there that goes to that pond.” It was about fifty yards away.
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