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Show 33 "There's a path to the bottom of the canyon and back up to that abandoned village on the other side," Chua continued, pointing across the ravine. "I'll take her there." "I'm the chief, and you will listen to me," Ahote said, his beady eyes staring at Chua. "Apa must. . ." A thud in the background erased the eyes that were in Chua's head. He turned to see that his mother had fallen and rushed to her side. r "My legs can't go on," Apa said. "The water jar - pick up the jar before the water runs out." Chua righted the jar and laid his mother's head gently near some sagebrush. "We can't stop here," Ahote said. "Mother must rest," Chua said. "There's no water here. The river bottom in the canyon is dry," Ahote said. "If there was a village here," Chua said, "there will be water close. I'll look for it when Mother is settled in the village." "But there are no rocky hillsides to find the chewing roots. I must have more,", Ahote said. "We can't stop until I find them." So that was it! Why hadn't Chua thought? The chewing root was the reason for the hurry in traveling. He must be running out. "Father always found the chewing root when he went to the Great Painted Canyons," Chua said, thinking quickly. "I know that," Ahote said, with a stamp of his foot. |
