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Show 56 Father Sun rose in the east as Chua rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "You must see your friends today," Apa said. "They're not my friends," Chua said. "I don't know them well enough to call them friends." "Then, think about having them for friends," Apasaid. "Maybe," Chua said. "I'll leave Chosovi with you. She can fly to me if there is trouble." "Take her with you today," said his mother. "She is happier with you." "I'll worry if she's not with you," Chua said. "How will I know if there's a problem?" "Don't worry," Apa said. "I'll be fine. The baby won't come until the next full moon, and if Ahote returns he'll just sleep." Chua kissed his mother and ran up the trail to the mesa with Chosovi on his shoulder. "I'll run like the wind," he said to the bird. "My feet will fly like your wings.' The bird fluttered above his head. "I'll race you," he said. Chua's feet touched the sand only lightly as he hurried across the desert. He would listen to the stories of Pavati, but Clawing Eagle would still be there to guard his heart. Chosovi soared above the sagebrush into the rising sun. She caught the gentle wind current of the morning. It was a friendly daytime wind. When Chua arrived at the wash, he was panting. He threw himself under the shade of a tree. The bird flew down to a branch. |
