Chapter 2

So finally, the police let Shane out today. So, Shane was walking home, as he was walking home his buddies saw him and picked him up. As his friends dropped him off at his house, he saw his Grandfather sitting outside with a hand drum and all the little kids were sitting in front of him, listening to his stories.

"I am going to tell you a story that was told to me long ago," said Grandfather beating on his hand drum.

All the children started smiling and their eyes were filled with excitement.

"This story was told to me by my Grandfather who herd it from his Grandfather. It's about a young boy named Black Hawk on a vision quest. He was trying so hard to seek a vision from the spirits. He wanted so bad to be a man, and to come back to his village with power and wisdom. When a young person was seeking his way, looking for answers to guide him along the Good Red Road of life, the elders took him up to a mountain, and put him up for four days and four nights. No food, no water, he just had his buffalo robe and the "canunpa" (the sacred pipe) and his self. So, he started singing his song, then suddenly, a voice yelled out,

"Be quiet!"

This was called the hanbleceya to seek for a vision, a dream to show him the way. Black Hawk continued to sing his song.

"Is your name No Ears?"

"I am Black Hawk, who speaks to me, the Spirits?"

"There are other mountains you could have picked, why here? All night long we must hear your singing, crying, talking to yourself, what are you, crazy?"

"I come seeking a vision."

"I come seeking a vision, you're not worthy of a vision Black Hawk."

Black Hawk went back and sat down on the mountain. He was wet and cold, and furious about the mountain.

"You will not give up this quest, you are a strong warrior."

Then the mountain spit out smoke, and it started moving, and when it rose up, it looked like a bear, this was called Bear Butte, rocks were tumbling down, and Black Hawk was hanging from the bears nose on a tree limb. As Grandfather was about to finish the rest, Shane stopped and saw him from his house and went inside.

"What happened, Grandpa?" asked the little boy.

"Did he get eaten?" asked another little boy.

"Did he get eaten?" repeated Grandfather.

"Black Hawk," said the little girl.

"I don't remember now," said Grandfather.

"Grandpa!" said all the children.

"It was told to me long ago," said Grandfather.

"Bear Butte must have ate him, I know it," said the little boy.

"We shall see," said Grandfather.