That night after everyone was asleep, Heecha snuck out of his tepee and crawled into Hehaka's. She was lying on her back. She looked pale, and she took short dying breaths. Heecha looked into her gorgeous green eyes, but she didn't respond. He picked her up and he ran. He ran into the woods, as fast as he could. Using his instincts, he found a spring of water. He had her drink and went to find fruit. Hehaka waited or Heecha to return. When he did, they ate berries until their bellies were full. Hehaka could finally sit up, and she smiled at her rescuer. She looked at her hands trying to form a “thank you” sign to Heecha. He chuckled, knowing what she was trying to say. He sat behind her and took her hand. He formed to sign with her small, burnt hand. She smiled and went to the stream to drink. Heecha watched her with concern. She couldn't drink without her other hand to hold her hair back. Heecha went to her and pulled her hair back, as she stooped to drink. She sat up frustrated that she needed help with such a simple task. She took his hand off of her hair and glared at him. He softly touched her shoulder, but she looked at his hand in anger. She took her hand and laid it on her nub of an arm. She shook her head. She got up and started walking away. She frowned as she limped through the woods. Heecha ran to catch up with her to tell her to slow down. As their camp sight came into view, Hehaka began running to her tepee. She tumbled into it before dawn broke the silence in the sleepy Indian grounds. Heecha also ran for his tepee before everyone woke.
As the Indians began to hunt for food that morning, the chief released Heecha and Hehaka. He was disappointed to find that Hehaka had not died in the night. The chief knew that she was too much of a distraction for Heecha. However, her services were needed to calm the horses, and the chief used her that day to find the wild horses in the woods. Because their supply on horses was so low, they desperately needed to restock and breed.
That afternoon, they set off for the hunt for horses. Hehaka walked with several other women, as well as the many armed warriors. Heecha was among the warriors riding his faithful horse.
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The Eyes of Dream Catcher
Genç KurguIn a story of love, trust, beauty, forgiveness, and loss, a young teenager is faced with the hardship of living as a Native American.