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Show 24 "But what will Ahote say?" asked his mother. "If he wants us to be his new clan, he'll have tfo wait for us," Chua said, out of patience. "I'm going to look around while it is cool and Ahote is still sleeping." ^ -"Before you go, find me two flat rocks to grind some com since we don't have our mono and metate," Apa said. "I want to make ash cakes when you return." He did as he was told, and then climbed the bluff with Chosovi on his shoulder. "Help me now, Chosovi, to find shelter and water for my mother." Chua reached inside for the peace his father left him. "Kwaaa," replied the bird and fluttered to his head. Chua reached the top of the cliff and looked around the mesa. He could see well in the light of the moon. He began to run, following the bright star that was always to the left of the rising sun. That was the way his uncle would want the migration to go anyway, so he might as well see what was ahead for their journey. He ran along the mesa for some time. Chosovi rode comfortably on his head. Chua liked her there. She seemed to enjoy the breeze through her feathers. The night wind was gentle, not like the harsh, hot wind of the day. Suddenly Chosovi fluttered into his face, signaling him to stop for some danger. Chua stopped and crouched low to the ground. He hid behind sagebrush. In the distance he thought he could see the figure of a boy about his same size carrying a water jar on his head. He couldn't be sure because of the darkness. Carrying water jars was women's work, and it was usually done in the early morning hours or at dusk, not at night. Why was a boy carrying water at night? |