P-POW!! POW!! Gun shots were going off. It's the white men!! I can hear screaming. "Run Red Squirrel. Get away from here!" Mama yelled. I saw a white man with a reddish beard looking at mama. He raised a gun, and shot her and papa in the head. Blood went everywhere. My heart couldn't bear it. Tears rush down my face. The man was staring at me now. I turned around, and ran into the woods, crying. To my surprise he turned around. He wasn't chasing me. I ran and ran for what seemed hours. I finally stopped by a tree with big, thick branches. They were big enough to sleep on. I climbed up the tree to the biggest branch. It was so big, I think I can roll around all night and not fall off. I lay there staring at the night sky. I could feel Mama and Papa's spirit with me. I cried for a long time. I finally cried myself to sleep.
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The Lost Indian
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