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    WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-5                 "Willow Bird Finds His Love"
    (Part #5 of 8)                               Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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       My thoughts return to my strange dream. The first sign of it has
    already come to pass. Our stallion was erected like in my dream. I
    didn't want to join Song Bird's game of cock playing since that would
    surely have brought the rest of my dream forward. I hope none of its
    dark images will unfold!

       I take in a sharp inward breath. Song Bird's hand has grabbed my
    erection. He begins a familiar motion around it. His long pole presses
    against my butt. I'm not needing to release. We've made a lot of love
    yesterday. I relax over the horse's back and enjoy the boy's handling.

       We continue our slow ride through the fog. The neat sensations try to
    build up in my dick but can never reach that ending thrilling part.
    Perhaps I don't have any sperm left to squirt out! After a while, the
    boy's hand rests on my thigh. He must have grown tired of pulling on me.

       "Wasn't I doing it right?" the boy asks.

       His words make my laugh. "I enjoyed the feel of your hand, Song Bird.
    It's just that my dick doesn't need to shoot. You've already taken all
    my sperm yesterday."

       Song Bird giggles. "I made you come out last night!"

       My thoughts return to my happier dreaming of Song Bird and the
    erected stallion he was gifting me with. The strange image had shown the
    horse sticking his long dong through my butt and out my dick which my
    friend sucked on. An intense feeling had caused me to wake up. I
    remember feeling a wetness on my thigh and the smell of cum before
    returning to sleep.

       "When did you enter my mother's tipi?" I ask the youth.

       "It wasn't until late in the night," answers Song Bird. "I snuck
    out of my father's tipi and crawled into yours. You were asleep. I laid
    down at your side and went to sleep myself."

       "I had a lusty dream last night," I suggest to my young friend. "I
    found the dried result of it on my thigh and groin hairs. What did you
    do to coax my release?"

       The boy giggles. "I mouthed over your penis! The ground was hard so I
    had rested my head over your belly. I saw your front flap pushed up like
    a tipi in the moonlight. Your mother was facing the tipi while so I
    dared to handle your erection. Nothing would come out.

       "I pulled your flap to your stomach and sucked on your dick for a
    long while. Your breaths turned to moans. I knew you were close to it
    but was surprised by your sudden release. Most of it spilled to your
    belly. I swallowed what was in my mouth. Your sperm has a bland salty
    taste that I don't like!"

       I chuckle at my friend's words. "Did you handle yourself?"

       "No," the boy answers. "I grew weary from playing and went back to
    sleep at your side."

       I nod my head at the boy's story. My dreaming had formed strange
    images of what was actually happening to my body. If I were awake, I'd
    have dared to make love with my friend. Then my penis wouldn't have
    been the only one empty of sperm.

       An eerie silence settles around us. The fog swirls at our horse's
    legs like fire smoke. Song Bird shivers. I pull his body around mine to
    have him facing me. His arms eagerly wrap around my body for warmth.

       My arms lovingly hold his small body close to mine. Our chests press
    together. My heart pounds inside me like a war drum. The love that I'm
    feeling for my young friend is strong! His tight arms around me are for
    more than just warmth. I have heard his spoken words of love for me.
    His actions have further proven it. I'm holding the One that I love and
    will always love. Why did it have to be a boy instead of a girl?

       Song Bird rests his head on my chest. His body keeps me warm from
    the foggy morn. I know that we should be riding on but this moment in
    my life is very sweet. My heart wants it to last for always! It won't.
    All things come to an end. I'll always savor the feel of his arms
    around me, his soft face against my breast, the smell of his hair.
    Forever. And I will.

       "I'll love you for always, Little One." My whisper in the boy's ear
    announces his secret name that I've chosen for him. He lifts up his
    head. His brown eyes are soft and filled with awe. I see his love
    shining there. We bind the spirit of our bonding when I reach down to
    kiss him.

       The youth turns his head away. My lips brush against the white cloth
    band around his head. A spear of anguish pierces my heart. Song Bird's
    rejection? My breath trembles through my open mouth trying to utter a
    voiceless wail of agony. Why can't he accept my kiss?! Our embrace
    loosens. The boy's hands drop from around my body. My head buzzes as if
    struck by a tomahawk. Darkness takes me...

       A breath on my face. I take it into my starving lungs. My eyes open
    to the golden light smiling up at me. It's the timid face of my Little
    One. His chin lifts. My hands reach around to cradle the boy's soft
    head. His lips reach up for mine... A kiss.

       Our touching is wonderful; sweet! It's a joining that's too intense
    to wear the shapes of mere words. The boy trembles or is it me? His
    nose presses against mine in a kiss of their own. My lips on the boy's
    lips. This is forever.

       Song Bird smiles sheepishly. I realize that our faces have moved
    away. My eyes stare into his with the wonder of this moment. I'm glad
    that he finally accepted my need for a kiss.

       Something passes over Song Bird's face. A wripple of emotion that I
    cannot identify. He blows out a quick breath. Something has stunned the
    boy. His eyes drop down from mine.

       Song Bird turns himself over the stallion's back. He takes the reins
    and urges Pai-alucia to a trot. I hold his small body in my lap. We
    ride down the forest path in silence.

       "It's all right..." I whisper into my friend's ear. "Don't be afraid
    to love me completely." The boy fears many things. Revealing his purest
    spirit even to me is one of them.

       "You won't tell anyone about what we do?" Song Bird asks.

       The boy faces forward as we ride. It must be easier for him to talk
    about such things when he's not facing me. I sense his fear and assure
    him, "not even to Big Horn will I speak about our love."

       "What of your secret rite tonight?" the boy snaps. "Big Horn intends
    to bind you completely to him! A bond of manhood in the Mahyee-na that I
    can't yet be a part of."

       Song Bird's words offer me an understanding of what troubles him. I
    grip the boy's shoulders before speaking. "It's true that Big Horn will
    initiate me into the Mahyee-na. I don't know what responsibilities that
    honor will bear upon me. It doesn't mean that we'll become lovers! I
    swear unto our Father that my heart is yours for always!"

       "Big Horn will try to bind your heart to him."

       Song Bird reveals his greatest fear. It's also mine. As my monedo, I
    must obey Big Horn in all things until my naming rite. He's been caring
    for me since my father died. I love that brave as my second father. Yet
    it's with the boy that the fullest, deepest of loves swells in my heart.
    I'll do whatever Big Horn asks of me so long as I'm not prevented from
    loving this boy!

       We continue to ride into the morning fog. My head tries forming words
    to assure the boy with but my mouth won't utter them. I've already spoken
    my heart. Why hasn't Song Bird allowed my words to fill his heart?

       I tire at the unending battles inside my head. It's difficult to sort
    through my deepest feelings that I'm having for those of my sex. I'm
    confused at times. Especially when my heart is torn between two that I
    love; Big Horn and Song Bird. My flesh has been lovingly joined to their
    flesh like that of a man to his squaw. What really troubles me is my
    heart. A love must only be for one?

       I sigh from the deep weariness in my head. There's no resolution to
    all my troubling thoughts. No easy answers. I force my head to be clear
    of it. My eyes focus on the path before us.

       Big Horn's Geas upon me has to be fulfilled. I'd rather be asleep
    inside my mother's tipi instead of riding on this cold morning. I'm glad
    that Song Bird is along to help. This is our first outing together so far
    from camp.

       I rest my arms in the boy's lap. My hands have taken hold of
    Pai-alucia's reins and I kick the horse when he walks too slowly. The
    trees slowly pass us by. I shake my head at the thought of the long
    ride still ahead. The Tall Forest is very far away.

       My thoughts turn deep. Why has Big Horn tasked me to gather the
    red-capped mushrooms? To eat them is to die. It's poison cannot be used
    for arrows or in animal traps. Yet I've heard of an evil use. Our enemies
    have been known to feed it to prisoners. It breaks their spirits before
    an agonizing death. When the sport of torture fails to dishonor the
    captured warrior, giving him the red mushroom provides an entertaining
    death to watch.

       Our shaman has told me that the red mushroom hides tiny evil spirits.
    When consumed, the spirits fill your head and fight each other for
    control. A person becomes driven to wild actions and violence. The ending
    is terrible and long lasting. Our tribe doesn't submit any human being
    to such horror so what use has Big Horn planned for a small sackful?!

       I'm also tasked to find a living green branch from one of those
    sky-touching trees. That will be difficult. Of what use is such a thing
    to Big Horn? I feel sure that both items are important to my secret
    initiation this evening.

       A smile touches my lips. Big Horn has told me that he'll be testing
    my readiness to become Mahyee-na. I wonder what will be asked of me?
    What acts will I be expected to perform? My dick grows from my lusty
    imaginings. From what I'll learn from the brave, unto Song Bird will I
    share them. The boy has enjoyed all the love acts we've already performed.

       My left hand has found its way up the boy's thigh and cups his balls.
    I tickle their rounded softness. My erection presses against the youth's
    backside. He giggles in reply. I lift his fleshy growth in my fingers
    and massage it to full length. It springs to his belly in only a few
    heartbeats. I gently pleasure my young friend.

       I press my face into Song Bird's neck. My lips roam over his soft
    skin, loving him. I'm attracted to his sweaty lime smell. It makes me
    lust-filled! I point my dick under him. My thrusts go through his small
    butt cheeks. A wonderfully tight feeling!

       My moans begin. Intense feelings build up in my erection. My hand
    pulls over Song Bird's stiff pole for his pleasure. It excites me to
    handle another male's need towards release. Especially when that boy is
    the one I love.

       Song Bird holds breaths. His butt flexes in time to my hand around
    his long dick. He makes quick stabs in my fingers. I know that he'll
    cum soon. My own dick is ready to explode! My teeth find the boy's neck
    and bite him like the stallion who bites the mare when mounting her. The
    youth cries out in his high-pitched voice. A warm liquid fills my hand.
    I stab into his butt and cum. Heavy squirts of lusty pleasure. At its
    ending, my breath rushes out of me as a low moan.

       The sound of a thundering storm fills my ears. I feel light-headed.
    It surprises me that love making is so stunning to the flesh. A weariness
    drags my limbs down over the horse's back.

       I'm reminded of Big Horn's weakness. When we first made love, I had
    to hold the brave's weight onto me while he recovered. It also seemed
    that his head had felt pain. His eyes. They had shut tight as if he were
    in battle with a demon inside him.

       Song Bird squirms in my lap. I loosen my hold of the boy's penis and
    bring my sperm filled hand to my face and drink it up. It's sweet in my
    mouth. I smile at our accomplishment. Yet another dear moment of having
    made love with my Little One. The thought is very pleasing. I give the
    boy a tight hug. It's wonderful to be in love!

       The thundering in my ears grows louder. It alarms me. I turn my head
    to look back at the trail behind us. My hands take hold of Pai-alucia's
    reins while I decide what we're to do. Song Bird shouts.

       "Get off the path!" he warns. "It must be the braves going to their
    hunt. They'll ride us over!"

       I turn Pai-alucia sharply to the right. We pass between the trees and
    wait. I hold the frightened youth close to me. A long moment passes
    before the braves of our tribe thunder past us. I count eleven riders. A
    twelve rider stops nearby. He turns into our hiding place. It's Iron Bow
    who discovers us.

       Is that Willow Bird I see on the horse?" asks Iron Bow. "And who is
    with you?"

       "I'm with Song Bird," I answer him. We ride out to greet the warrior.
    His keen eyes look over our huddling nakedness for many heartbeats. The
    boy becomes tense in my arms.

       I break the uneasy silence. "Big Horn loaned me this horse so that I
    can perform some tasks for him in the Tall Forest."

       Iron Bow chuckles. "Lost your breechclouts, eh?"

    (The warrior stares into Willow Bird's unflinching eyes. He's revealing
    no lack of modesty. Yet nervousness is seen from Song Bird. The youth
    squirms against his naked friend.)

       I become afraid. Has Iron Bow discovered our secret?! The humor in
    his dark eyes offers me hope. An understanding. Would he betray us to
    the others? I don't know what to say.

       "So... it's true that Big Horn has chosen you, Willow Bird. Have you
    touched butts with your young friend as well?"

       Finding my voice again, I reply, "I have. Big Horn initiated me first
    but my love is for Song Bird!" Since we're discovered, I decide to tell
    the warrior everything. "Will you keep my words and what your eyes have
    seen to yourself, I beg you?"

       "I will do that," answers Iron Bow, "and not because Song Bird's
    father is chief!"

       I nod my head to the warrior in gratitude. Quick thoughts flash in
    my head. Iron Bow knew about the secret male rite of touching butts.
    Is he also Mahyee-na?

       The warrior comes along side of our horse. He glances down at our
    bodies, naked and wet from our recent love making. Song Bird trembles
    in my arms. When the warrior tries looking into my young friend's eyes,
    the youth casts them down and away as if shamed.

       "I once had a boy who loved me," explains Iron Bow. "Though I couldn't
    return what he offered me in like kind we remained very dear friends."

       "Who is he?" I find myself asking out loud.

       "I will not speak his name. My friend fell in battle many summers ago.
    His body is dust while his scalp is on display in our enemy's tipi!"

    (Iron Bow's face becomes lined with anger. The memory is a very bitter
    one for him. When he sees fear on Willow Bird's face from his words,
    the warrior tries to smile.)

       "So I understand more than you think and I will keep silent."

       "I thank you, Iron Bow. We owe you a debt." I smile at the warrior
    with relief.

       "You can pay me this debt by catching three large rabbits," Iron Bow
    asks. "Deliver them to my fire spit in the days ahead. Now get your
    breechclouts back on so that the others of our tribe won't see you
    uncovered. They may not understand your act as I do."

    (Iron Bow turns his horse back to the path and tries catching up with
    the racing braves. He forgets what his eyes have seen of the two boys.)

    (Song Bird removes the two breechclouts from a sack and hands Willow
    Bird's his with eyes that won't look at him. They tie the cloths to
    their waists, clothed again.)

       When the sound of Iron Bow's horse fades in the distance, I turn to
    my silent friend and ask, "are you all right?" I fear that my young
    friend may be taking our discovery badly.

       "You told him everything!" Song Bird shouts. His eyes on Willow Bird
    are an accusation of unforgivable measure.

       "He saw us hiding here together; naked. He knows too of Big Horn and
    myself. What did I in voice not say that his own eyes and thoughts
    already knew?"

       "You didn't have to shame me by saying that you loved me!"

       I turn from Song Bird as if struck by a tomahawk. He was ashamed! I
    shamed him for daring to love him. No!! That thought should never have
    been born. My young friend was embarrassed that I announced our secret
    to another. It made him feel shame to hear my true words. My heart cries
    out in terrible pain. I kick Pai-alucia in anger. We leave behind us
    this place of gloom.

       To the forest path and into fog willingly we are consumed. I'm
    feeling very hurt. When Song Bird scoots out of my lap, anger replaces
    my pain. I raise up both of my legs and bring them down savagely over
    Pai-alucia's sides. I shout for the stallion to run!

       We race down the foggy path. Song Bird lays over the horse's neck and
    holds onto its mane for dear life. I feel my body losing its balance over
    the stallion's back. Terror grips my heart from what my anger has done.

    (Upon sighting the fallen tree his masters haven't, Pai-alucia jumps. He
    lands well beyond it with a thud. The taller boy falls off. His hands
    reach out in front of him in the air. Instinctively, Willow Bird tucks
    his head in. The hard ground comes up fast with the boy rolling over it.)

    (Silence. After enduring a painful moment, Willow Bird carefully rises
    from the path. Only his muscles and parts of his body bruised from the
    fall cry out to him. Nothing is broken. The boy straightens up in the good
    fortune of not having suffered more harm. A terrifying thought strikes
    him. Where is his young friend? The boy's heart fills with dread.)

       "Are you all right?" announces a boy's high-pitched voice.

       Song Bird's words fill me with great relief! I find the youth sitting
    over the stallion's back. He gives me a frown. Both horse and boy seem
    unharmed. I walk over to them.

       "What's wrong with you!" Song Bird shouts in anger. "Why did you make
    Pai-alucia gallop when you knew that the fog would be covering up fallen
    trees like that?"

       I knew why. It was a stupid thing that I had done from anger. The boy
    doesn't truly understand me it seems. His hurt to me is now that much
    greater. I mount the stallion's back without answering him. I head
    towards the Tall Forest making like Song Bird isn't even with me.

       "Why won't you talk to me?" Song Bird asks in a small voice.

    (The youth doesn't understand Willow Bird's behavior. It causes him to
    become afraid. With all the bad things happening this morning, the boy
    begins to regret having come along.)

    (The long silent miles pass. Father Sun rises in His sky. His heated
    hand melts the fog away. Willow Bird looks for a good place along the
    path to stop for lunch.)

       My stomach rumbles with hunger. I'll be glad to get off this horse
    to stretch my legs and to eat. My head has found some answers during
    the long ride. My heart lightens from what I now know to be the truth.

       I realize that Song Bird is still a young boy. He would never do
    anything to really cause me grief. Those hurtful words of his belied a
    different truth. Song Bird was ashamed by how he felt; he too must feel
    confused by male love. The warrior's piercing eyes had caused the boy
    embarrassment. My words brought up his hidden feelings for others to see.

       We approach the path that will rise into the Tall Forest. I draw the
    horse up and speak to Song Bird. "We'll stop for lunch here. Pai-alucia
    also needs to rest."

       The boy turns to me with a smile. I dismount and tie up the stallion's
    reins to a tree. While I see to watering Pai-alucia, Song Bird grabs the
    food and water pouches from off its back. He sits nearby and waits for me.

       I sit at the boy's feet and eat. Our brief meal is in silence though
    we look at each other in guarded glances. He seems to be wanting to ask
    something. I remain patient and wait for my young friend to speak first.

       "Willow Bird... would you still love me if I were a girl?"

       Song Bird's strange question leaves me speechless. I look into his
    young face and see that my next words will weigh heavily in his
    thoughts. Would I still love him? How do I answer such a difficult
    question? My long pause causes the boy to look down at the ground in
    disappointment. My saying nothing has answered for me! I want to voice
    some reply to explain our special friendship. I take hold of his small
    shoulders. His brown eyes peer timidly into mine.

       "I love you in many different ways," I explain. "You've been my best
    friend for as long as I can remember. I've come to know your spirit and
    I like what I've seen. We can talk about anything and I know that you'll
    listen and care about my words. If you were a girl, I would still love
    you. But our love wouldn't go any further than that of a deep friendship
    we shared before our river embrace."

       "Why wouldn't you make love to me if I were a girl?"

       I pause again to consider the boy's question. He's asking me about
    things that I've been struggling to answer for myself.

       "My dick only grows in excitement for boys or for men," I explain.
    "This isn't something that I've decided. I was born with these feelings.
    As far as I can remember, I've always liked boys instead of girls when
    it came to playing naked games or thinking about sex. Big Horn showed me
    that such feelings are all right to have and natural for Mahyee-na men."

       "Are we able to become real men," Song Bird asks, "or are we really
    women inside?"

       "I'm going to be named a man on summer's eve! I enjoy hunting and
    I'll strive to become a great warrior. Are these not your own goals,
    Song Bird?"

       "Yes! Though I must wait a few more summers before I'm named a brave."
    The youth pauses to think. He tries to identify what's really troubling
    him. "Why are we different? Is it bad to be so?"

       "I can't give you an answer for why we're different from other boys.
    We're not the only ones. Broken Bow of the Moss-bowl tribe enjoyed
    touching me. Big Horn and Coyote Thief made love. I enjoy touching you
    in love and see nothing wrong with it."

       Song Bird raises his head to peer into Willow Bird's eyes. "You won't
    talk to others about what we do?" he asks.

       "No. I agree that we must keep our love a secret. Iron Bow discovered
    us making love so I spoke after he already knew what his eyes had seen.
    It would have been wrong to lie to a warrior! I don't think that there
    are many others in the tribe who are like us."

       "Big Horn is the only other," says Song Bird. "I don't want to make
    love to him!"

       I nod my head with understanding. Yet it's strange that I'm making
    love to both Big Horn and Song Bird. They are two different people! My
    feelings change when I'm in the man's arms versus the boy's. I have the
    same lust for their bodies. What changes is how I feel. Big Horn is my
    mentor. The boy is my dear friend and lover. I wonder if I'll be able
    to keep both in my heart without exploding!

       "What are you thinking about?"

       My friend's question takes me from my thoughts. I've already tried
    explaining to him my different feelings towards them both. I only shrug
    my shoulders in reply.

       "You are often inside your head, Willow Bird, especially these past
    two days."

       I grin at the boy and nod my head. There has been a lot that I've
    been thinking about lately. The questions swirling inside my head have
    grown more numerous with few answers to appease them. I've been feeling
    a little lost.

       I'm startled by a quick movement. Song Bird has sprung to his legs
    and he begins high-pitched chanting. He dances the 'steps of the hunter'
    around were I'm sitting. It's a familiar rite. The braves and warriors
    perform it each Spring to call on the animals they will hunt.

       I grin at Song Bird's erotic dance. Instead of hitting a weapon in
    hand as the men do, the boy slaps his butt. He also thrusts his body
    forward with each step. I see his penis in the brief instant when his
    front cloth flies from his body. I clap in time to his dancing steps.

       The boy's brazen display is exciting to look upon. His half-naked
    beauty in motion fills me with awe. A dance for my eyes alone. His hips
    wiggle, butt humps, his feet stomp and his erection thrusts in beat to
    the clapping of my hands. Keeping his flaps on accents the boy's nudity
    than if he were to dance without them. My eyes enjoy the brief peeks.

       There's more to our love than the pleasure from our joining bodies.
    My heart feels very strongly for Song Bird. It's the noblest kind of
    love. There's a depth to it that binds us close together. There isn't
    anything that I wouldn't do for him! I love him very much. When I think
    back to my anger, I'm surprised by how I could have forgotten that. I
    had acted like a young stupid boy. I'm to be given a man's name soon so
    I must try acting like one.

       The 'hunting dance' ends. I rise to embrace my dear friend. His
    erection under the front flap presses against me. The boy is in need. I
    pull our cloths away. My excitement is obvious and for him. We embrace
    each other tightly. Our bellies rub. My hands reach down for his little
    butt under the cloth that he's kept on.

       I'm reminded of my similar embrace with Big Horn. His hands took my
    body in lust's beat until we both released. I truly love that brave as
    my mentor; my second father who teaches me good things. My love for
    this boy is like that of second self.

       I gasp when Song Bird's hands take hold of my butt. I'm very
    sensitive there. Deep feelings swirl in me. We're embraced like that
    time in the river. I set the pace of our mating with my hands pulling
    over the boy's butt cheeks. His hard pole stabs over mine. A wonderfully
    savage battle between us! My lips find the boy's neck and suck on its
    soft skin. Breaths hold in me. My loins are enflamed in the arms of my
    young lover. I need to release all of my sweet love to him.

       Our bodies become frantic. My hands are savage over the boy's sweaty
    ass. Quick thrusts. Moans. I hear the crunch of my groin hair against
    his smooth body. Our chests press together. Warmth. Intense love! It
    seems that our flesh is trying hard to become one body.

       My dick stiffens and spits. I cum heavily to the boy's belly. Three
    wonderful squirts. Pleasure explodes in my head. I release a voiced
    breath while feeling awed. We've made love yet again. I'm surprised that
    we keep needing to do it. A weariness comes to my heated body.

       The boy's butt is still flexing in my hands. His need yet for sexual
    release. I continue our belly rubbing, wet and slippery towards the
    youth's elusive climax. I hope that it'll be soon.

       Our bodies become heated and sweaty from the effort. I listen for the
    boy's breaths. He blows one out and tries keeping another inside him. It
    makes his belly tremble. I feel his weight on me. His feet become
    unsteady. My hands catch him when he falls.

       "Are you all right, Song Bird?!" His body is covered with sweat. The
    color of his face has lightened; eyes flicker and close. My young friend
    has fallen into a deep sleep. I lower him to the ground before running
    to fetch a water pouch.

       I'm worried for my young friend. I run back to his limp form over the
    ground. Splashing water over his face awakens him. He sputters and gasps.
    I help him to drink. His eyes open slowly and he looks up at me in
    surprise.

       "What happened?"

       I'm relieved to hear my friend's voice! "You fainted, Song Bird. Try
    to get up." The boy puts on a feigned smile for me. The color of his
    face is still not right.

       "I don't know what happened..."

       I glance over the boy's body. His pole is an angry red color. My
    sperm wets his belly. "Did it hurt or something?" I ask. Perhaps the
    youth is too young to be trying all the things Big Horn has shown me.
    Our loins have been flowing often to each other these two days.

       "No pain," Song Bird explains. "It felt very intense at the end but
    nothing squirted from my dick. I tried holding breaths to make it come
    out. That's probably why I became faint."

       I help my friend to drink more water. He reaches out to my worried
    face and holds my nose. I grin at his sillyness. After a few heartbeats,
    the boy gets up on his own. He walks to our deerskin flaps and puts his
    on. There's a stern expression on his face.

       "Put on your front cloth!" Song Bird asks. "I don't want any of the
    braves to catch us naked."

       I nod my head at his concern. Quick are my next actions. I dash to
    where my breechclout lays, pick it up and cover my loins. I turn to the
    boy asking, "was that fast enough?"

       Song Bird giggles. He walks up to me and clasps my right shoulder. I
    cover his hand with my own. Our eyes touch. I feel the strength of his
    love for me shining through his brown eyes.

       "We should be leaving," the boy asks with eyes lowered.

       I untie Pai-alucia from the tree while Song Bird fetches the food
    and water pouches. My hand checks for the Wah-ha knife on my thong
    belt. It's secure. We mount up and head for the path that will lead
    into the Tall Forest. My task is near at hand.

       It's only a short ride before I find the smaller trail. We dismount.
    I scout ahead while my friend leads Pai-alucia by his reins. The trail
    becomes steep. It twists back and forth, slowly rising above the valley.
    The Tall Trees come into sight. They stand proudly, their redwood trunks
    stretching up from the earth to great heights. They bear no lower
    branches. Only on their heads do they wear a crown of green.

       I cast my eyes downward at the path for signs of passage. No human
    beings have come this way. There are tracks from four footed animals: an
    elk and a raccoon. My training from Big Horn is ever in my mind. One
    must always be on the look out for danger or opportunity, he's always
    reminding me. Those are good words especially since we're far from camp.

       Song Bird gives me a bright grin. Pai-alucia appears sleepy. That's
    a good sign. A horse's nose is keener to the smell of danger than us.
    We continue to walk upwards. The sunlight fades when our path takes us
    amongst the Tall Trees at last.

       "We have two things to look for," announces Song Bird. "The
    red-capped mushrooms should be easy! Finding a live redwood branch the
    more difficult thing to accomplish."

       I nod my head in agreement. "Also keep your eyes open for danger!" I
    remind my friend. The eerie darkness and silence of this place disturbs me.

       The boy lifts his head at the tall sleeping guardians. I keep my eyes
    low at the ground to look for tracks and for the mushrooms. Pai-alucia
    is no longer sleepy. His ears strain for sound while he breathes in the
    forest air for danger. I know that Coyote Thief has trained his horse well.

       "Look there!" Song Bird shouts.

       My eyes follow the boys outstretching hand to where he points to. It
    fills me with excitement. A golden finger of Father Sun touches upon a
    redwood tree's branch above our heads. It's only a small distance from
    the ground. I lift my arms up to Him in thanks.

       The boy races to the tall redwood with Pai-alucia in hand. He ties
    the reins into the tree's gnarled roots. I look over its smooth trunk
    for any footholds towards that low branch. There's a cluster of burs
    beneath it. I point this out to my young friend.

       "That would make a good foothold," comments Song Bird. "To reach
    them burs, we'll have to stand on Pai-alucia's back with you boosting
    me the final distance."

       I nod my head. From a sack I fetch some thong to hobble the stallion's
    legs. I check his reins to be sure they're secure to the tree roots. We
    climb up on Pai-alucia. Above us is the live branch that Big Horn has
    tasked me to find. Just below it is a clusters of burs that should allow
    my friend to take hold.

       "I'll need the brave's knife," asks Song Bird.

       I untie the Wah-ha knife from my waist and tuck it in the boy's belt.
    We stand shakily over the stallion's back. The Tall Tree is before us.

       Song Bird stretches his hands over the smooth trunk. I take hold of
    his butt and lift the boy along it. His hands reach for the burs. When
    he tries pulling himself onto them, I lift him the final way by his
    feet. He manages to climb onto the tree.

       The stallion snorts. He moves away from the redwood in protest of my
    standing over his back. I become unbalanced and drop to the ground.
    Song Bird is high above my head. I'm glad that Pai-alucia didn't get
    restless earlier.

       I can reach the branch!" the boy shouts.

    (Song Bird cuts at it with the Wah-ha knife, amazed by the metal's
    sharpness. His feet remain steady over the cluster of burs.)

       I reach my hands up towards the boy to catch the branch when it
    falls. The youth handles his knife carefully. His feet tremble over the
    burs. A few more cuts and my hands are gifted with redwood greenery.
    Great happiness fills me. Half of Big Horn's Geas upon me is completed!

       "It's nice up here," Song Bird comments.

    (The height gives the boy a good view of the forest around him. Father
    Sun lays His golden hand over the youth, warming him. He regrets having
    to leave his perch. He watches Willow Bird untie the horse and lead him
    away.)

       "How am I supposed to get down?" Song Bird asks.

       "Fly down!" I answer. I leave Song Bird on his nest. My eyes search
    the ground for those red-capped mushrooms. They're usually found growing
    on rotting trees. The boy calls out to me again but I ignore his pleas.
    It shouldn't take long for me to complete my task. He'll be safe until
    my return.

       My search takes me further than I had expected. I begin to circle
    back towards my friend. Pai-alucia grows nervous. He too must be getting
    worried about Song Bird.

       A pungent odor assults my nose. I find the decaying remains of an
    elk. The stallion snorts and rolls his eyes. He dislikes our discovery
    as much as I. My eyes search the ground for signs. There are a multitude
    of animal markings. One set of fresh tracks makes me gasp. They had been
    made by a large bear!

       As I'm about to leave, I notice the mushrooms. They're the kind I
    seek. It fills me with the feeling of bad omens though. I grab a small
    sack from the stallion's back and quickly fill it. My eyes are ever
    keeping a look out around me.

       A scream pierces the dark forest. It's Song Bird crying out in
    terror! Has he fallen from the tree? Dread fills my heart. I jump over
    Pai-alucia's back and race to my friend.

       My heart fills with guilt. I shouldn't have left Song Bird in that
    tree! My ears strain for the sounds of the forest. Lightning thoughts
    flash through my head. Has the boy fallen? What could have frightened
    him? Another high-pitched scream. I close upon them, my eyes taking
    in a terrible scene!

       A large black bear crouches over Song Bird. He's struck by the
    beast's sharp claws over his lower back. The boy faces the dirt and
    plays dead. I approach the bear from behind in stealth. My hand reaches
    for the knife at my waist. It's not there! I'm weaponless to help my
    dear friend!

       Pai-alucia reaches the bear. The stallion bulks. I leap off its back
    to the shaggy backside of the great bear. My fists strike him there.
    It's with a great howl of surprise from my first coup that the bear
    rises to his feet. I try hanging on.

       The bear has an overpowering odor of musk. It's a sign of his great
    strength. Panic tries to overwhelm me. At his feet, my friend lies
    bleeding. I allow anger to fill me instead. What can I do without a
    weapon?!

       I'm shaken from his back and fall to the ground. In my hands are a
    tangle of his black shaggy hide. He turns to face me. I'm no match for
    the bear's two claws and sharp teeth!

       The huge bear faces me with mouth open and his great claws extended.
    At his feet lies my injured friend. I glance at the boy for signs of
    life. He remains still. There's a terrible claw wound over his butt.
    Somehow, I must get the bear away from Song Bird!

       The bear ambles towards me. Great fear squeezes my heart from his
    challenge. I'm no match for my brother! I turn and run away. How will I
    escape his wrath?!

       The Tall Trees pass by me as I run for my life. I hear the bear's
    four footed crash close behind. In desperation, I turn for a grandfather
    redwood. The bear is kept from me by the tree's wide trunk. There's no
    footholds for me to climb! I run around its base with the bear chasing
    after me. My ploy only delays his deadly attack. I look around at the
    forest for another plan of escape.

       I encircle the tree once more. My ears hear the gurgling of a stream
    in the distance. It's with great hope in my heart that I break away from
    my redwood protector and make a run for it. The stupid bear chases
    around the tree a few more times before realizing that I've gone.

       I sprint towards the stream. It's still some distance away. I hear
    the bear growl in fustration and the race is on. Will I reach the
    churning waters before he catches me?

       I dare to glance back. His dark form ambles close behind me. A great
    fear takes my heart. My legs make every step count in this run for my
    life. I'm nearing the stream. Will I make it? The bear is nearly upon
    me! His claws reaching over my waist knock me hard to the ground.

       I tumble forward and into the churning stream. The bank rushes past
    me. I struggle for breath. The water's chilly spirit sucks out the
    warmth of my body. I realize that I must get out before exhausting
    myself and drowning! It does no good to escape one death for another.

       I paddle through the churning waters to stay afloat. My progress
    towards the bank is a slow one. In the distance I hear the roar of a
    waterfall! That's why the stream is so swiftly moving. I'm exhausted,
    chilled, and if I don't drown I'm going to fall to my death! How can I
    save my dear friend if I can't even save myself?

       I manage to grab hold of a bush growing out to the water. The current
    sucks me under. My hands pull along the thorny branches until I reach
    the muddy bank. I lift myself onto it with much difficulty. The water
    spirits have eaten of my body's warmth so I'm slow and weak. I wrap my
    arms around myself to try warming up.

       I am safe. My thoughts fly back to my fallen friend and the bear. I
    lift my eyes upwards in a desperate plea to Wah-Conda, the Great Spirit
    to beg Him for the boy's life!

       My body trembles from more than the cold. I rise up naked from the
    muddy bank. The bear must have pulled away my breechclout. I follow the
    stream up to where I've dived in. My eyes keep a look out for the bear.
    I didn't risk drowning myself to come back into his embrace.

       After a tiring walk, I sight a yellow cloth ahead. It's my breechclout.
    My head quickly turns in the darkness for the bear. There's no sign of
    him. Only his deeply clawed prints on the bank. One muddy print has
    stained my rear flap. I wrap my breechclout around me and find my
    direction. I'm filled with caution when I scout my way back to Song Bird.

       My heart fills with fear. Every step towards the boy also brings me
    more danger. Yet I must find him! The Tall Trees that I pass look down
    upon me with their green heads. Do they know where the boy lies?

       I reach the place of battle. The boy is missing! I look around to be
    sure of it. At my feet is the boy's torn and blood-soaked breechclout.
    I fear that the bear has come back to eat him! I study the ground for
    the proving signs of it.

       After taking in all that the dirt has to offer, my heart lifts with
    hope. I find the post battle steps of Song Bird! His footsteps are
    chaotic and blood filled. The bear's tracks follow his. I sprint to
    find them, uncaring of the danger. I must discover what has happened to
    my dear friend!

       The boy's prints end. I gasp with fear. My eyes quickly try to
    discover why. A horse's tracks! They lead away at a gallop. The boy has
    found Pai-alucia and he escaped. I eagerly chase after them.

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