nephew was a professional swap vendor who traveled all over
the Southwest and was more than happy to dig thru his boxes
of parts and sell Mud a new coil cheap. After returning to the bike and installing the new coil,
the travelers were invited to spend time with the Whitecloud
Sammy was a shaman, kind of a medicine man for his tribe. They lived on a
reservation in run down house trailers and shacks with all
the problems of the white man’s civilization but none of
the benefits, except a small government welfare check. Most of the men were
unemployed and those that could afford it were drunk on a
days spent with Sam and his tribe, Mud and Brenda sat late
one night just prior to continuing on their journey
listening, as Sam told of his people and their beliefs.
of the whites don’t understand how important it is to
appreciate what the Great Spirit has given us. This land is only
ours to use. If
we use it badly we hurt ourselves, but more importantly we
violate a sacred trust bestowed on us.
animals are our brothers and sisters and they understand
never take more than they need and by their very living help
nurture the earth. Man
just fouls everything up and when he’s finished he moves
on to someplace else to do the same.
two seem different from most.
This trip you both are on is a pilgrimage. You seek answers to
questions most don’t bother to think of, let alone ask.”
the old man slowly stood and left the room, returning with a
was given to me by my grandfather, a great shaman. I want you to take it.
The world is full of evil spirits and if you keep
this close it will protect you both.”
was a circle of wood tied with sinew, and laced into the
center was a piece of old buffalo hide on which were
eagle feathers hung from the sides. It was a dream
catcher, but unlike those sold to tourists, this was made
long ago and was highly valued by the old man.
can’t take this!” cried Mud “It’s been in
your family for ages.”