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Show 10 Chua could feel the anger knot inside his belly. Maybe the anger was making Of ^ jhe second evil heart grow inside him. He liked the anger. It gave him strength. Chua kicked the sand. "The light will help us now," Apa said to Chua. "We won't trip over any more sage brush or stones. Maybe now we can catch Ahote." Chua could see the outline of his uncle in the distance. Ahote's small body walked erect, taking quick strides across the sand. "He walks as if he were a chief," Chua said. The anger knot grew, as he looked at his uncle. "I will introduce you to his entire Snake Clan," he said sarcastically, with a sweep of his arm and a slight bow. He was careful not to dump the heavy baskets of com from his shoulders. "One boy of twelve summers, and one widowed mother, growing an unborn baby in her belly." "We must stay with him," Apa said. "Everyone else has left us. We can't survive \ alone." "Yes, we can," Chua said. "I don't think so," Apa said. "These two baskets of com won't last all winter. We must have other food." "I can hunt," Chua said. But he didn't know if he coukL He was the son of a medicine man who had learned the art of a healer, not a hunter. Apa smiled at him. "You are brave and strong, but you don't have the skills of a man yet." His mother was right. He would need to know how to hunt to feed them through the long winter. > |
