It was an early morning, it was a beautiful morning, the birds were chirping and flying around. Rancho and Martha went inside as Jason was chopping up the wood for the fireplace. Then out of nowhere comes this Indian warrior on a fast horse, Jason quickly ran inside before the Indian warrior could bend down and grab him.
"Dad, some Indian warrior tried to grab me," Jason grabbing his gun and looking out the window.
"Are there any more?" asked Rancho grabbing his gun and looking out the back window.
Martha looked out the kitchen window to see as well.
"I don't see anything son; I think we're alright," said Rancho.
"Okay," said Jason putting his gun up.
"It's safe now, do you want to go to town with me?" asked Martha.
"Sure, at least I got some of the wood chopped up," smiled Jason.
Rancho stayed on the farm to finish the fence. Martha and Jason went to the barn and saddled up two horses and put them on the wagon and rode to town. As they arrived to the store, three men watched Jason and Martha go inside the store.
"Hello Martha, Jason, what can I do for you both?" asked the Storekeeper.
"I need a bag of flour please?" asked Martha.
"Alright," the Storekeeper walked to the back of the store to get the flour.
As he went back the three men walked inside.
"Hey pretty lady, what's your name?" asked the man.
"Martha and this is my son Jason."
"Your son, he's an Indian, I never thought I would see a white woman have an Indian for a son," said the man.
"What is wrong with that?" asked Martha.
"Well ma'am, there killers, you just don't see an Indian dressed up like a white man," said the man.
"I'm not a killer," said Jason.
"I'm impressed, " said man two.
"Let's go," said the man.
So they left, and the storekeeper came back with the bag of flour.
"Here you go, twenty-five cents?" asked the Storekeeper.
"Here you go, thank you," said Martha.
"Your welcome and you both have a blessed day," said the Storekeeper.
"You also," smiled Martha leaving the store.
"Mother, why was it a shock to them that I was your son?" asked Jason in confusion.
"A lot has changed with the White Americans and the Native Americans, both sides did a lot of damage to each other, children as well," said Martha.
"Well I am not like that, I'm different," said Jason.
"Yes I know dear," said Martha.
So they rode away back to the farm. As they arrived they saw a wagon.
"I didn't know we were having company?" asked Martha.
So they pulled up to the house and walked inside. They saw two men with papers sitting at the table.
"What is going on?" asked Martha.
"Sit down, they need to talk to us," said Rancho.
So Martha sat down next to Rancho.
"What do they want?" asked Martha.
"I don't know honey, we have to see what they have to say," said Rancho.
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Away From Home
Short StoryA Child adopted by settlers, who knows the white mans way, not the Native away. When he comes home there two men waiting on him, to take him away to the reservation. And only then will he know who he is and the Native way, but his heart will always...
