I’ve never had
to sleep under the stars. I’ve never journeyed this far before. In this place,
nature was my friend and enemy.
The land could provide you
with both blessings and curses. I knew this from the stories my granddad told
me.
I look over at my sleeping
companion, a boy named Eagle. We both want freedom. We both want a new life.
I sighed as the sun rose in
the sky. I carried Eagle for many more miles. Once I stopped, I wanted to
scream with joy.
“We are home,” I nickered
to Eagle. Mustang and Indian were free.
“Free” Danielle Harjo
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