The neighbors were not happy about my choice of yard art. It wasn’t my choice actually, the bronze statues just return there in fall.
My neighbors, two rowdy boys who just moved in, hated the statues. They were the great-great-great-grandsons of a famous Indian fighter. No surprises there. They hated me too. They hated all skins.
They got drunk one night, and shot up the statues with sub-machine gun fire.
No surprise. They did shit like that a lot.
That night, I noticed the statues had healed.
No surprises for me.
The great, dead, Shaman Imhat’Atinato had showed me where he hid the Waisacha Stick in a vision. I used it every Spring, and brought the Indian and Buffalo back to life once more. That night, the Waisacha Stick restored their lives.
The Indian looked a question at me. I just pointed.
At 7AM, the screams from my neighbors’ finally ended.
I was surprised.
Imhat’Atinato usually took days to skin his victims alive.
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