Next morning as Little Moon woke up, the whole camp was moving and shouting. She returned to the road and continued her journey, angry that now she'd surely be seen.īut nothing like this happened.
Little Moon sighed: these old people, they behaved really strange. Disappeared in the darkness and the rising mist. She didn't finish for as she again turned to face the old man, the latter was gone. "We don't have a shaman," Little Moon replied, "just the elders. "Take me to your shaman," he asked the girl, "before it is too late." She wasn't afraid now just irritated some crazy old man would halt her. My soul wouldn't find peace until there are white people on this land, robbing the tribes, killing Indians." "I'm Silver Cloud, the last Indian," the answer was, "the last shaman. The kind the elders spoke when they prayed. Little Moon was numb with shock but still she understood he spoke a very old language. "Don't be afraid, little girl," the voice in the Language told her. She shrieked and span around, facing an old man behind her. The steps behind her back quickened as well and then suddenly Little Moon felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She had to hurry, otherwise her family would know that something was on and that was the last thing she wanted. Perhaps some another Sauk girl, dating a White but it was not possible. She shrugged: she wasn't scared that easily, just curious who could be walking at such ungodly hour. She turned around but saw nothing but darkness. Little Moon started to walk home as she heard someone's footsteps behind her. She waited another half an hour but Steve didn't come. Of course, you don't have running water or electricity, the elders reject it, but nature is sometimes more fascinating than any invention of humans, Little Moon thought. It was one of the advantages of being an Indian. Why did Whites say stars didn't move? Of course, they do and she could tell the hour just watching them.
Little Moon didn't have a watch but she knew that something was preventing Steve from coming it was unusual for him to be that late. As for the Whites… well, they missed a chance to be with Steve who seemed to be as daring as his date. Though sometimes mocking her superstitious folk, she nevertheless believed that the good spirits of Earth would protect her from evil. Little Moon was not that silly, she knew and respected the laws of nature and she has never been afraid of darkness. Well, the white girls were stupid enough to be afraid of darkness and of the animals hiding in the woods. He was the reason she was waiting in the darkness now, at the border between the reservation and a small town, Winchfield, in Maryland. She patiently listened to the stories the elders told, about the cruel Whites, who destroyed their culture, but Little Moon somehow didn't care which way Whites were, as long as Steve Hopkins dated her. Her whole tribe, the rest of what has been Sauks, hated Whites, but Little Moon saw no harm in them. She remembered Wolf Man telling her about the gods, the great Manitou, living up there, in a world that was called "heaven" by the Whites. Stars were bright in the dark sky and Little Moon could see all of them clearly.
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