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Show 17 Ahote stumbled up the hill. "Ahhh," he yelled. "I have cut my knee on a rock." Ahote scrambled higher, sending shale and sand down the mountain onto Apa and Chua. They ducked their heads under the shower of rocks and dust. Chua shut his eyes against the spray, but it filled his nose and throat. He turned his head and coughed. Ahote doesn't even notice what he does, thought Chua. All he is good for is ft JLV JJit' pelting us with rocks. The anger knot grew bigger again. Maybe a oocond-cvil heat I, Was- pT \ Chua. He didn't care. He could take care of his mother and himself, and '!* the^mpr would Help him do it / ry Chua reached the opening Chosovi had picked. The shade of the cave felt cool. \ \w He found the pelvis bone of a deer, which he used to scrape a smooth place for his or , „ mother to lay down. He made a small pile of pebbles and sand and covered it with an old ^ piece of sheepskin for his mother to lay her head on. Her feet and legs were swollen. "Com Mother has blessed me with you for a son," Apa said. Chua smiled. His anger melted for the moment. "Come quickly!" his uncle called from above. "What now?" grumbled Chua, walking out of the cave. CHAPTER 5 Chua scrambled up the rocks with Chosovi perched on his shoulder. He could see the flat head of a rattlesnake in Ahote's hands. A large lump in the snake meant that it had just swallowed a mouse, or some small creature. "Kwaaaa," shrieked Chosovi. |