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on this bright summer morning. But it is safe to reason that he felt that something beyond his limited comprehension; beyond his ability to cope was happening before his eyes. As he reached the end of the street he turned his pony around slowly and looked back along this street so much wider than his familiar trails, used for so many years in the past. He shifted his implements of warfare from one side of his partly uncovered body to the other. As he took a long, last look at this new way of life he quietly became aware that his way, Which had served his people for so many moons, was about to be challenged by a manner of life that he did not understand. He silently turned his trusted horse toward the rising sun and rode out of sight along the Indian trail, the last Indian ever to use that ancient roadway. - 36 - |
