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Show CHAPTER 3 The Hunting Party .....Happiness is often followed by pain, so that we may learn courage. J That afternoon he came upon the hunting party. He had climbed a small ridge to get a better look at the country, and there they were, just below him in a sandy wash. His good fortune and going home had made him careless. One of the party had yelled at the others when he saw Nuiji on the ridge, and they were instantly after him. The young boy knew he was in great danger, for hostile Indians roamed this part of the land. Their greedy and plundering ways were revolting to the peaceful Anasazi. His first thought was of his turquoise. His enemies might take his life, but not his precious blue-green stones. He placed the two pouches in a crack and piled rocks in front of it. He marked the spot deep in his memory, then fled for his life. |