Magnificent Guns of Seneca 6 (24 page)

The laughing form of Thathanka-Ska flew past them, sending a wave of debris high into the air.
 
The winds picked up and swirled the sand like a slowly moving cyclone of grey and brown and red.
 

***

Toquame Keewassee watched the dirt storm with mild interest, knowing that he'd seen no signs of it before.
 
He checked the sky all around them and listened but heard nothing.
 
The storm was brief and as it settled, he watched three riders emerge.
 
Instantly, his men raised their rifles and cocked back the hammers.
 
"Wait," Keewassee said.
 

He leaned forward and folded his hands on the neck of his destrier, waiting for the riders to come to them.
 
He fixed on the one in the middle, a young man but well-built and tall in his seat.
 
The other two, younger still, and it was clear that they followed him.
 
Clear that it would be he who spoke for them.
 
Keewassee played these games constantly in his mind, assessing everyone he met, if only to determine who he had to kill first.
 

You, then,
he thought as he looked at Haienwa'tha.
 
The boy met his gaze as they approached, looking over the rest of Keewassee's men and their weapons.
 
No fear.
 

"That is close enough," Keewassee said.
 

The boys stopped riding and Haienwa'tha said, "We are looking for the Hopituh Shi-nu-mu."

"Where are you from?" Toquame Keewassee said.
 
"Your tongue is that of someone from the west."

"We are.
 
I am Haienwa'tha, son of Thasuka-Witko."

Toquame Keewassee nodded as the other two introduced themselves but did not tell them his name.
 
"Have you seen any of our people since your journey began?"

"No."

"No tribes of women?"

"None."

Comee leaned close to whisper something in his ear, but Toquame Keewassee ignored him and said, "Why do you seek the Hopituh Shi-nu-mu?"

"My father's last vision said to come here to find our next Chief.
 
He said I would meet him and bring him home to lead our people to the new lands."

"Even out here we have heard of the great Thasuka-Witko, son of Hoka-Psice.
 
They sing songs of his raids on the wasichu settlement where he killed many of their men with only a handful of warriors."
 
Toquame Keewassee's eyes turned soft for a moment, "And you say he has crossed over now?"

"Two days ago," Haienwa'tha said.
 

"Then my soul is deeply grieved.
 
We have so very few great leaders left."
 
He turned to the men behind him and waved for them to lower their weapons.
 
He dismounted and walked first to Haienwa'tha.
 
"I am Toquame Keewassee, of the Pwatsak."
 
He extended his arm and Haienwa'tha grasped it in his, both of their grips firm.
 
"I am sorry to tell you that the Hopituh Shi-nu-mu have gone from this place.
 
Their men all fell in battle and their women fled in fear."

Hainewa'tha steadied himself to keep his impassive.
 
"That is most unfortunate.
 
Who were the men fighting?"

"Us."

"And they are all dead?"

"We killed as many as we could find."

The man's eyes searched Haienwa'tha, trying to root out the boy's innermost thoughts while he petted the destrier with one hand and the other played with the handle of his knife.
 
Haienwa'tha said, "What was their transgression?"

"Let me ask you something, son of Thasuka-Witko.
 
In all of your life, how many free men did you see?"
 
When the boy did not answer, he said, "I will tell you.
 
You saw none.
 
The wasichu tell us where to live.
 
They tell us what we can have.
 
Even in our own tribes, we are stifled by the women's councils and our own unwillingness to take back what is ours.
 
What was the transgression of the Hopituh Shi-nu-mu?
 
It was the same as the rest of our enemies.
 
They lacked
vision.
"

Haienwa'tha looked up at the warriors mounted behind Keewassee.
 
All of them were hard looking men, their faces etched with lines of battle and sorrow and a fierce will that he had never seen before.
 
"You have seen not one single free man in all of your life, at least, not until this very moment," Toquame Keewassee said.
 
He smoothed down Haienwa'tha's destrier's fur and said, "Come.
 
You can camp with us and tell us stories of your father.
 
I would greatly like to hear them.
 
We will drum for him and pray for his spirit.
 
Perhaps later we can discuss your journey and see if we cannot untangle it together.
 
I have experience with such things."

Hainewa'tha looked over his shoulder to see if there was any trace of the women but saw nothing except the flat mesa all the way to the hills.
 
"This area is dry and inhospitable.
 
Let's move on and make camp elsewhere."

When Toquame Keewassee smiled it was the grin of a starving werja.
 
"I think we'll stay right here for now and see what comes our way."

As the other men turned around to head for their camp, Lakhpia-Sha swatted Haienwa'tha on the arm and whispered sharply, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I must learn more of this man," he said.
 

"Why?
 
He's a killer and a slave trader."

"Says who?
 
A bunch of frightened women?
 
We were told we would find the man in the land of the Hopituh Shi-nu-mu.
 
Not that he would
be
one of them."
 
Haienwa'tha kicked his destrier in the side to set off after the rest of the men, leaving the other two boys to stare at one another.
 

***

They ate rizada leaves that had been dried in the sun and salted until they became crunchy green chips.
 
A dozen conejos stewed in a pot and Toquame Keewassee said that they'd soaked in herbs for so long their meat would drip off the bones like hot grease.
 
"Before you even get a chance to bite it, you will have to catch it with your fingers.
 
Are you hungry?"

All the boys said that they were.
 
"Good.
 
I have heard that some tribes are less than welcoming to those they encounter.
 
It has always been my policy to treat every Beothuk I meet like family.
 
Until they prove to me that they are otherwise."
 
Keewassee stirred the pot and said, "Now, tell me stories of your father."

As Haienwa'tha spoke, the warrior watched him with sad eyes, sometimes nodding gravely, sometimes sighing.
 
He laughed and repeated the things that he liked to Comee, who was seated at his side.
 

Thathanka-Ska watched the man, trying to undo him, trying to root out his intentions and true character.
 
It was like trying to catch running water inside a clenched fist.
 
Will not believe.
 
The words whispered in his ears again and again, as if it were his fault and fate to be the one who doubted.
 

When Haienwa'tha spoke of Thasuka-Witko's last vision, Toquame Keewassee listened with great interest and forced everyone seated at the fire to be silent.
 
When it was told, he asked to hear it again.
 
Each bit of it was weighed out in careful increments like powders and medicines.
 
Every phrase and nuance probed for hidden meanings with issues made of the most minute details before being disregarded completely.
 
Thathanka-Ska imagined that every word of the vision was a wild destrier that all of them leapt onto and rode fast and hard until it eventually wore out and collapsed.
 

Finally, Toquame Keewassee had heard his full of the vision and he turned to look at Thathanka-Ska.
 
"What do you make of your father's words?
 
What is it about you that you will not believe when you meet the man who will lead your people?"

Thathanka-Ska looked back at him silently, then down at the ground.
 

Keewassee smiled thinly and said, "And here I thought I was so intriguing that you have not been able to take your eyes off of me tonight.
 
Perhaps I was mistaken."

"My brother is young and easily distracted," Haienwa'tha said quickly.
 
"He meant no offense."

"Let him speak," Keewassee said.
 
"He is the son of a chief as well.
 
A warrior by your tribe's own standards.
 
So tell me, warrior, what do you look at me in this way for?"

Thathanka-Ska looked at his brother and friend, who both stared back at him nervously.
 
"I am sorry, brother, but I must tell him the truth."
 
He turned to Toquame Keewassee and said, "We lied to you."

Haienwa'tha's eyes widened, "What are you talking about?"
  

"Be silent," Keewassee snapped.
 
"It is all right, little one.
 
You can speak what is in your heart here.
 
What did you lie to me about?"

"We saw others while we travelled.
 
A man and boy who said they'd heard of a warrior band who are kidnapping women from other tribes and selling them to the wasichu."
 

"You did?" Keewassee said softly.
 
"So what is it you want to ask me?"

Lakhpia-Sha was stiff and rigid at his side, and Thathanka-Ska suddenly lost his courage and looked back at the ground.
 
"Nothing," he said.
 
"I just wanted to be honest with you."

The Pwatsak warrior slowly rose to his feet, staring at the boys with rapidly blinking eyes.
 
He circled around the fire toward them and Thathanka-Ska was overcome with terror, unable to move or even lift his eyes from the ground.
 

Lakhpia-Sha's hand darted inside his long shirt sleeve, imperceptible to everyone except Haienwa'tha.
 
The thin apprentice cupped the hilt of the long dagger in his hand and said, "We meant no offense, brave one."
  

"He did," Toquame Keewassee said, pointing at Thathanka-Ska.
 
"And make no mistake, offense
is
taken, but I admire a man who speaks plainly more than a man who couches his words in those of another, so tell me what it is you wish to know."
 

Thathanka-Ska kept his eyes glued to the ground.
 
He felt tears coming into his eyes even as he shook his head and whispered, "I take it back."