Chapter 3

"Hey mom, I'm home," said Shane walking in the house.

"Hey brother," smiled Sam.

"Hi sweetheart," said Susan Lodge.

She was cooking fry bread and a pot of beans. Shane walked in and Sam was watching a western on T.V.

"Hey, can I borrow some cash?" asked Shane.

"Oh yeah, there's a million dollars in casino money under my dresser, just leave me a few thousand," said Susan.

"Whatever," said Shane looking through her purse?

"Hey, listen, I need to talk to you Shane?" asked Susan.

"What," asked Shane?

"It's about grandpa, he's getting old, he's been talking about, you know, taking the journey," said Susan.

"Ah, he's been talking about taking that journey for a long time now," said Shane.

"He's almost eighty-seven," said Susan.

"Yeah, he told Eddie Two Balls that he was one hundred and two," Smiled Shane.

"Yeah, he told this white lady looking for an Indian name last week that he was forty-nine," laughed Sam.

They all laughed.

"I'll be home later."

"I know Grandpa Shane, this is going to be his last POW wow, he wants to go to New Mexico to the all nations," said Susan.

"Why?" asked Shane.

"He's a story teller, one of the last old ones," said Susan.

"Can he send a he-man, he's too old to go six hundred miles, " said Shane.

"Yeah, but your old enough to drive," said Susan.

"Oh no," said Shane.

"Oh yeah," said Susan crossing her arms.

"Why me!" shouted Shane.

"Because he doesn't want nobody else, he wants you Shane, he wants you to get him to the pow wow," said Susan.

Sam is trying not to listen to the yelling and arguing while watching T.V.

"Can't," said Shane in a firm voice.

"Can't," said Susan.

"I got things to do," yelled Shane.

"Like what, somewhere on the Rez, what are you going to do, get in trouble," said Susan.

"Uh, Volunteer work, community service, help my mother pick choke jury's, anything but that," said Shane walking back to his room and slamming the door.

Shane's window faced Grandpas house, he peeked out the window through the curtains and saw his grandfather sitting and telling his stories.

Back at grandpa's house he continued the story.

"Black Hawk could do nothing but hang on for his young life. Then he let go of the branch and rolled down the mountain. He said, "See, I'm a strong hearted warrior, seeking a vision." Then the rocks on the mountain started to roll down the hill, and Black Hawk started running.

"Stay strong; seek your vision, you'll return to camp with wisdom and power. Then he yelled out and heard a noise, he turned around, a tree was leaning towards him, about to fall on him, his buffalo robe slipped off of him, and he started walking backwards and he tripped and fell, he started rolling away from the tree and calling for help. "Help me, "tutanka" (buffalo).

Then his buffalo robe started forming into a buffalo, the buffalo stood under the tree as it fell on the buffalo's back. Black Hawk yelled,

"How'd you like that Spirits, do you see how powerful I am! Now give me a vision?" When he said this, dark clouds started to roll in, and thundering, Black Hawk saw Thunder Bird in the clouds, he was afraid and ran, as he was running Thunder Bird opened his mouth and swallowed Black Hawk," told Grandfather.

"So, what happened?" asked the little boy.

"What," asked Grandfather?

"To Black Hawk, what happened," asked the little boy?

"Thunder Bird, made a great storm, lighting came out of his eyes. Black Hawk tried with all his might to meet the trails of his hanbleceya, could he or could he not?" asked Grandfather.

"I think he could have," said the little girl.

"I'll tell you the rest tomorrow if I'm still here," said Grandfather.

So, all the children got up and ran home. Shane pulled the curtains back and started shaking his head and he laid on his bed and took a nap. He took a long nap, until the next morning, he was tired, so he slept very well.