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Show 74 f Chua's face still stung from being slapped. His wrists burned where the leather tie had been. He rubbed them. He stood tall beside his mother. They walked back to their rooms. Ahote followed with the antelope. Chua touched the brown fur of the small animal. It was course on the antelope's back, but softer on the underbelly. The antlers curved back gracefully above itrs brown and white pointy ears. The brown eyes were soft and glassy, and it had a delicate black nose. "I have a fire going already," Apa said. "I've just made com cakes." Chua's belly was full of hate for Ahote, but his mouth watered at the thought of fresh meat. They hadn't had any for a long time. Maybe they did need Ahote. That's a crazy idea, he said to himself. How can I think we need someone who just slapped me and tied my hands? He felt confused. When they reached the apartment, Apa began to prepare the meat. Ahote grabbed a com cake and began stuffing it in his mouth in huge bites. He ate so fast, it seemed that he didn't even taste what he was eating. He must not have found much to eat on the trip, thought Chua. --^ Apa cut several pieces of meat to roast on sticks over the fire. Chua's stomach rumbled in anticipation. When the meat was done, he ate slowly. He liked the lMter)taste of the meat. He chewed the stringy strands. It was a good change from com. Ahote devoured his food in gulping bites like a coyote. He turned to Chua. "Stay out of the kiva. It's not a place for boys." |