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    WILLOW-BIRD-FINDS-HIS-LOVE-7                 "Willow Bird Finds His Love"
    (Part #7 of 8)                               Copyright 1996 by Vince Water
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       Day Rabbit cries out in his high-pitched voice. He pushes on my
    face to free his hard pole from my mouth. His eyes timidly glance down
    at my quick handling. I'm glad to show off my need to this little boy.
    I'll teach him something.

       "Get down on your knees and I'll perform a 'growing up rite' for you,"
    I ask. Day Rabbit kneels close to me. I point my hard dick at his body
    and hurry myself towards release.

       I explain to the youth what I'm doing. "I'm an older boy that can
    help with your maturity. Your father will give you a breechclout of
    your own when your body has grown some. What I'm doing will make that
    happen." My hand brings me much pleasure. I'm close to release. I slow
    the urgent pace of beating off so that I can have more time to talk
    with the youth.

       "How?" the boy asks.

       "By giving you what's in my loins. When I was a boy of your age, an
    older boy performed this 'growing up rite' for me. It felt good to let
    his hands pull over my long dick. He pleasured his erection and
    released his seed over me. I'll show you!"

       I lead the boy's hands to my hips. Our groins are nearly touching. My
    dick presses against his hard pole. The youth seems fascinated by my red
    knob popping out from the thick skin. It's thrilling to have Day Rabbit
    watch me perform this boyish rite for him. I hold in a fiery breath. My
    sudden squirts go to the boy. His eyes widen from my manly display.

       I take in a trembling breath. The pleasure from my release was very
    sweet. Now I'll use its result to pleasure the boy's pole. I wipe my
    sperm over his balls and stiff dick. Moving its skin back and forth
    makes the youth's eyes shine.

       I look around for anyone watching. My boldness has me forgetting that
    we're performing near the girls' favorite washing place. I don't want
    their laughter to harm this boy's pride as it had done for Song Bird's.

       I'm startled by the youth's cries. His face reveals the intense
    thrills from my puberty rite. When he becomes older and has seed in his
    loins, I'll bend over and let him put his dick in my ass, returning to
    me what I've given him this day.

       Day Rabbit reaches down for my one flap and stands up. On his face is
    a sly grin. His body is wet from my 'growing up rite.' I sniff my cum on
    him. Quick are the boy's next actions. He turns from me and runs off
    with my breechclout. I chase after the mischievous youth.

       "You're as naked as I am," shouts Day Rabbit with a giggle. "Catch
    me if you can!"

       I spot the youth hiding behind a tipi. When I circle around to its
    other side, the boy is gone. He had anticipated my action. It reminds me
    of the black bear that had chased me in the Tall Forest. Now I'm playing
    the part of the pursuing beast.

       The boy's quick legs carry him towards the corral. If he should
    reach it before I, the horses will easily hide his small form. I sprint
    to head the boy off. He wiggles between the wooden logs. When I try
    grabbing his butt, the youth dives through the fence, free now to lose
    himself amongst the horses.

       In a sing-song voice, the bold youth taunts his pursuer. "You won't
    find Day Rabbit! There's only us horses here, waiting to be fed!"

       I'm forced to climb over the corral fence to look for the boy. I
    take care not to injure my naked underside with splinters. Once inside,
    I take in the task before me. Day Rabbit could be hiding behind a horse
    or crouched under one. I shoo the irritated horses to prevent them from
    spooking. A girl's laugh has me turning around.

       I'm embarrassed to discover that it's Leaping Rabbit who laughs at
    me. In her hands are some clothing. She averts her curious eyes from my
    nakedness but doesn't try too hard.

       "You've seen me thusly before," I scold her," so why do you turn
    your eyes away from me now?"

       The girl laughs. "Ah yes, Willow Bird. Last time you kept on your
    breechclout when swimming in the river and now you go naked before the
    horses. A strange sight!"

       Leaping Rabbit counters my question well. I decide to tell her the
    truth of my embarrassing predicament. "Your little brother has run off
    with my breechclout when I was swimming. He's hiding in here with it."

       "I'm glad that explains why you're uncovered," she says. "There are
    girls in camp who'd rather embrace your needs than these horses!"

       I shake my head in dismay. It seems that Leaping Rabbit likes me.
    That explains her actions at the river and now. My eyes fall to the
    clothes in her hands. "Lend me something to cover myself up with," I beg.

       "I cannot," she replies. "Not only are they dirty but I'm holding
    only women's clothing!"

       I nod my head in agreement since I'd rather remain naked than to be
    caught wearing a woman's dress. "Could you call on your little brother
    to end his naughty game?" I ask.

       Leaping Rabbit approaches the wooden fence. I turn away from her
    curious eyes. I look for the little boy beneath the horses. She calls
    out her brother's name but the youth ramains hidden. A small fear takes
    me that the boy may have escaped while I was busy talking with his sister.

       "He won't listen to me," says Leaping Rabbit. "I can stay and help
    you find him."

       "You mean stay and look upon my nakedness," I reply. "Go Leaping
    Rabbit. I'm humiliated enough!"

    (The girl turns sharply away. She heads for the river with her dirty
    clothes and wonders why Willow Bird dislikes her so.)

       I'm glad to see her leave. I return to the task at hand. Day Rabbit
    is nowhere to be found. I head towards the corral gate to leave when I
    spy the youth wiggling through the far fence! I leap after him and
    manage to get hold of his leg. "I have you now my little rabbit!"

       The boy kicks back and frees himself. He runs to the tipis. I yell
    out in fustration and leap over the corral wall to chase him. I swear
    to catch and beat the youth or die in the attempt!

       A few women watch me streaking through camp. It embarrasses me to be
    uncovered, especially since I'm nearly a man and of the Mahyee-na! My anger
    increases. I frantically search for the little boy. Where has he gone?

       I turn past a tipi and come upon a puzzling sight. Day Rabbit sits
    over a tree stump waiting for me. I'm quick to lay my vengeful hands
    upon him. He holds out his empty arms to me in protest. I realize that
    the youth no longer has my breechclout or my knife.

       "Promise to stay your wrath," asks the youth," and I'll take you to
    where I've hidden it!"

       My head pounds like an angry drum. I realize the cleverness of this
    small boy and nod my head. Day Rabbit leads me back through the tipis. I
    feel the eyes of women and the girls shying from my nude display. Day
    Rabbit is too young to interest them. His loins are small and he bears
    no body hair. I'm nearly a man with the need to cover myself. Without
    even a front flap, my nakedness is uncomfortably blatent.

       I drop my hands over my penis. Day Rabbit walks confidently through
    our tipi camp. He seems to be taking me past as many people as he can to
    embarrass me. We near the tipi of Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others.
    The sound of crying twists my heart with fear!

       Has something happened to Song Bird?! Without waiting for Day Rabbit
    to return my breechclout, I enter our chief's tipi to find my injured
    friend. The shaman is attending him. He announces a bad omen.

       "Wa-sa-ba's raging spirit tries to overcome your friend," announces
    the shaman. "Do you not see his glowing claws over the youth's body?"

       I turn from the old man to look over Song Bird's back and buttocks.
    The bear's claw marks are indeed an angry red. It aches me to see the
    boy trembling in pain. I turn towards the shaman with a look of
    desperation in my eyes.

       "Can you cure him?" I ask.

       The shaman shrugs his shoulders. "Willow Bird. You must tell me
    everything you know about our angry brother. And in so hearing it, I may
    know how best to counter his wrath!"

       I quickly give the shaman an account of the terrible incident in the
    Tall Forest. I'm hopeful that he may know why the bear's spirit attacks
    my young friend. My dreams return to me. I wonder if I should speak of
    them as well.

       "Tell me ALL that you know!" the shaman commands. He had seen the
    reluctance in Willow Bird's eyes.

       My dreams are a very personal thing so I say, "in a dream last night
    I saw Song Bird chased by a great black bear. What more I have to say
    should only be for your ears." I nervously look around at the crowd of
    people in the tipi and say no more.

       The chief commands everyone to leave. "Now tell us of your dreams,"
    he asks. "This is my tipi and Song Bird is my son."

       I face the shaman and describe my dreams to him about the bear. His
    eyes widen when I confirm the events that took place as his prophesing had
    foretold. He's most interested in my dream where Song Bird casts down my
    silver ring at the bear, and upon eating it, turns into Big Horn wearing
    its skin. He asks me to fetch the ring from Song Bird's hand.

       I go to my young friend. He's laying on his belly over an elk skin.
    Naked. I feel the heat from his fevered body when removing the silver
    ring from his finger. This I bring unto the shaman while pointing out
    the faint markings within the ring's band. I know that the old man's
    eyes are weak.

       "I can see them!" the shaman snaps.

    (The old man takes a long moment studying the faint writing. After
    deciding upon the matter, he reaches for Willow Bird's left hand and
    slides the ring over the boy's pointing finger.)

       I stare back at the shaman in wonder. He's returned my ring to the
    very hand and finger that I'd first placed it after finding it.

       "It is your ring," the shaman says. "Tell me by what means it came to
    be placed on your hand."

       I begin my story. "Two days ago I dived into the river and found this
    ring. It had come to my left hand of its own violation. I saw the
    markings within its band but I couldn't read them. What is this ring
    that I wear, shaman?"

       "It is the Ring of Wanting," the old man explains. "He who wears it
    may receive what his heart desires. Have you ever used it thusly?"

       I think back to the day I had found it. My wish for Song Bird to
    embrace me in the river had come true. More recently, I recall that
    Song Bird had three things granted him when wearing the ring.

       "Only one thing may have been granted me but I know of three wishes
    fulfilled for Song Bird!"

       "Tell me these three things," the shaman asks. His arms cross over
    his chest in his usual listening position.

       "Big Horn had tasked me to find a live tree branch from a Tall Tree.
    While wearing the ring, it was Song Bird who spied an unusually low
    growing branch pointed out to him by a glowing finger from Father Sun's
    hand."

    (The shaman gives Willow Bird a stern look. He hopes that the other two
    accounts will be more convincing.)

       "In my dream, Song Bird had fallen before the black bear. He called
    out to me by raising his ringed hand for help. On that day in the Tall
    Forest, I somehow knew where to find him, driving off the bear in time."

       "And what was the third wish granted," the shaman asks.

       I see that the old man still doubts so I tell him the third and best
    account. "Wounded by the bear and fearing for his return, Song Bird
    searched for Pai-alucia. The stallion came and carried the injured boy
    away. All horses have a deep fear for bears and Pai-alucia should have
    taken flight out of the Tall Forest. Yet he found the boy as if called
    by him."

       The shaman seems impressed. "Now that I've heard the full account,
    I'll work towards saving Song Bird."

    (The old man searches through his medicine pouches that lie near the tipi
    entrance. A naked youth runs past him. In his hands are a deerskin cloth,
    thong belt and knife. This he brings to Willow Bird.)

       "What's going on here?" the shaman quakes. His voice sounds more
    amused than annoyed.

       The small boy drops my stolen breechclout into my hands. I slap his
    butt soundly and explain. "After my swim this morning, Day Rabbit ran
    off with my breechclout. It was a long chase through the corral and the
    tipis. When I heard the women crying, I feared for Song Bird. That's
    why I'm uncovered when I entered the chief's tipi. This youth went to
    his hiding place to fetch what he had taken from me."

       Our chief gives Day Rabbit a stern look and points out the tipi
    doorway.  He faces me and asks, "sit at the entrance, Willow Bird, and
    see that the shaman isn't disturbed again!"

       I quickly tie my thong belt around me and drop my one cloth over my
    loins. I'm a little embarrassed that nothing covers my rear. Perhaps
    they'll think the youth had dropped it outside. The Wah-ha knife at my
    side gives me some comfort.

       The shaman pulls some items from his medicine pouches. He leans over
    to Willow Bird and whispers, "I wondered why you ran naked into the tipi.
    You're a handsome boy. Many of the girls desire to become your squaw after
    your naming rite though I know that you'll want them not! Your dreams
    are also very revealing. I may come to tell you what I see in them."

       The shaman's words prove that he knows I'm Mahyee-na. I wonder what
    he sees in my dreams? Had I revealed my love for Song Bird in them? I
    turn within the doorway and sit inwards. My body blocks the entrance
    while my eyes watch the shaman's healing ritual. I wonder if he'll be
    able to save my young friend?

       The old man removes his decorated elk skin from around himself. He's
    clad in only a breechclout. I feel uncomfortable to be looking upon his
    near nakedness. Never had I seen our powerful shaman without his elk robe.

       The exocise begins. I watch the old man thrice blow upon the wounds
    and vigorously massage Song Bird's legs. This causes the boy to cry out
    in pain. The shaman lifts his head high and chants, "Wah-man-gar-in-ga
    Wa-sa-ba!" He warns the black bear's spirit to leave the youth. Next,
    the shaman calls upon great warrior spirits from the past who've killed
    bears to aid him.

       The shaman fetches his sacred eagle rattle from a pouch and begins
    shaking it. His chanting directs the benevolent spirits onto Song Bird.

       I glance at Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others. There are deep
    wrinkles over his face. It makes me realize that the man is nearly as
    old as our shaman. I smile at the worried man, our great chief and
    father to the boy that I love.

       The shaman's chanting becomes more excited. My attention returns to
    him. He slaps Song Bird. I hear my friend cry out as Wa-sa-ba's spirit
    rages to keep its hold on the boy. At last, the old man plucks the
    weakened spirit from out of the butt wounds.

       "Go out to Yellow Deerskin and bring me the boiling water that she's
    prepared," the shaman asks. He cups both of his hands together to keep
    the bear's spirit from escaping.

       I step outside and find the women. Yellow Deerskin is tending a fire
    outside. Over it is a vessel of boiling water. She hands it to me. I
    quickly carry it in to the shaman.

       The chief and I watch in awe as the old man releases something into
    the boiling water from his hands. It had looked like a white stone. He
    turns from us to attend Song Bird.

       I kneel at my friend's side. The shaman pulls out a colorful folded
    skin from his medicine pouch. Within it is a healing paste. The man
    eyes my knife and takes it from my belt. Its sharpness is used to slice
    open all the boy's crusting wounds. Bright red blood is released.
    Flowing with it is a sickly yellow puss which the old man wipes away
    with his hands. Song Bird moans in pain.

       After cleaning his soiled hands with a rag, the shaman gathers up
    some healing paste with his fingers. He applies it over the boy's lower
    back and butt. He rubs it into all of the wounds. Song Bird quiets down
    and sleeps.

       The shaman turns to Willow Bird. "Sit here and hold this medicine cloth
    over the boy's wounds. Apply pressure to stop the bleeding. Let the
    strength of your being pass down through the medicine cloth and into him!"

       I nod my head in understanding. My hands press down over the colorful
    skin. Designs worked in paint lend the cloth a powerful medicine to bring
    about healing. I lovingly hold it against my dear friend. The old man
    leaves us to confer with the chief.

       I try listening to what they say but their voices are low. The shaman
    plucks something out of the small vessel of water. This he shows to the
    chief who studies it carefully. It's a white stone in the shape of a
    bear! They continue to talk in whispers. The chief glances at me from
    time to time. His eyes become serious. It worries me for some reason.

       Chief He-who-walks-beyond-all-others hands something to the shaman
    which he places in a pouch. The boiled white bear spirit or some token
    of thanks from the chief for having healed his son?

       The old man walks over to where I sit. He clasps my shoulder warmly.
    My knife is returned to my belt. With a nod of his head and a smile,
    I'm assured that my hands are properly holding the wounds. I close my
    eyes and will the innermost strength of my being into the boy. The
    effort is draining.

    (With his task completed, the shaman puts on his elk robe and gathers up
    his medicine pouches. He leaves the tipi. Two women enter and rush over
    to Song Bird's side. They're pleased to see that the youth is sleeping.)

       "I can do that now," asks Yellow Deerskin. She motions to take
    Willow Bird's place of holding the cloth over her son.

       I shake my head. "The shaman has tasked me to do this," I answer
    her. "My strength is to pass through the medicine cloth to your son.
    I'm also wanting to stay here to be with him."

       Yellow Deerskin sees that I'm not going to budge. She and the other
    woman busy themselves with tasks inside the tipi. Their eyes often come
    to us. They whisper to each other.

       I ignore the women to concentrate on my task. I close my eyes and will
    my strength down into the boy. His heated body smells of turtles and the
    sweet sickly odor of decay. I don't want him to die! My hands keep the
    pressure over his wounds for many heartbeats. I lose count of them.

       My head fills with all the happy moments of our lives. It brings a
    smile to my face. This will be a summer for me to remember and it's not
    even over yet. My head becomes light. It takes all of my concentration
    to will my strength into the dear boy that I love. I rest my weary head
    over my hands and drift away in spirit form...

       Darkness. Song Bird is asleep in his father's tipi while I lay out
    under the stars. Big Horn is trying to find me. He shoots an arrow that
    pierces my heart. I'm filled with love from him. Why, then, is he crying?

       I'm grabbed from behind by a shadow man. He intends to steal me away
    as his lover. I fight against my bonds. The naked man laughs in my ear
    like a coyote. He makes lustful use of my body. I feel that I'm losing
    my spirit to him.

       A lightning bolt drops from the sky and strikes him dead! Big Horn's
    cloud was what had struck him. I rise from the ground and jump into the
    sky to be with him. Ours becomes a lover's joyful embrace.

       I'm nudged awake. I lift my head from my arms and remember where I
    am. My hands still hold the medicine cloth over the boy. How long have
    I been sleeping? My head is clear and my limbs feel strong. It seems
    like I've slept for days!

       I'm startled by a revelation. A new dream has come to me. I go over
    it in my head so that I'll remember every detail. The shaman should be
    told of it! This isn't the first vision that I've had. I'll try to heed
    its warning when the time comes.

       Yellow Deerskin offers me a bowl of meat. I eagerly take it. My hunger
    is great, as if days have passed. I look through the tipi's smoke hole.
    It's still light out. Yet the direction of Father Sun shows me that He's
    not rising but falling in His sky. I've been asleep throughout most of
    the afternoon.

       The silver ring on my finger catches my eye. I remember what the
    shaman has told me about it. My ringed hand raises high unto our Father
    to invoke a strong wish: "please lay Your healing hands over Song Bird!"

       My head lowers from the tipi smoke hole. I hope that my prayer was
    heard. Since the ring was truly gifted to my friend, I remove it from my
    hand and place it over the boy's finger. It's a symbol of his pledge
    unto me as well as my token of love.

       I rise up to take leave of this place. The chief only nods his head
    at me. His first wife, Yellow Deerskin walks me to the doorway. She
    assures me that Song Bird will be well cared for in the days ahead.

       Big Horn greets me outside. He's holding the reins to Pai-alucia.
    The horse is packed as if he's going on a long trip. All of his
    weapons, traveling pouches and a night skin are upon the stallion. I'm
    envious of his freedom.

       "I'm going hunting," says Big Horn. "Join me."

       My heart leaps at his offer yet I shake my head. "I can't leave camp,"
    I explain. "Song Bird is hurt and there are chores for me to perform..."

       "Your friend is in good hands," says Big Horn. "The chores you speak
    of will be taken care of by others. You no longer have to perform the
    tasks of a boy. Our chief has seen to it that your mother will be taken
    care of in your absence. He's very grateful to you for having saved his
    only son. You are free to come with me."

       The brave mounts his horse and helps me to sit up behind him. We ride
    towards the river. Boys of our tribe follow us with their yelling and
    excited shouts. We leave them behind when crossing over the shallows.

       I look back at camp. It's as if I'm leaving behind my boyhood and
    moving forward into the unknown; my emerging manhood. Song Bird is left
    behind. I had hoped to be there when he awakened. I need to know if he's
    forgiven me for having left him up in that tree.

       I release a long sigh. My destiny lies ahead with this brave. I
    tighten my arms around the man's body. It will be a good hunting trip
    for us both.

       Father Sun wanes in His sky when the brave stops his horse to rest.
    We're near a forest. He dismounts. While the brave scouts around I fetch
    the water skins. I satisfy Pai-alucia's thirst then offer Big Horn a
    drink. I take one last. A great happiness fills me for being along on
    the man's hunting trip! No mere rabbits today. We're after elk, deer, or
    anything that walks on four legs.

       For such big game, Big Horn has brought along his spear. Around his
    shoulders is his bow to target animals from his horse in a charge or on
    foot in a stealthy stalk. We'll be a few days at it. Song Bird will
    have that time to heal.

       The brave circles around our position. His eyes must have found
    something of interest. Not danger; he would have given me a warning
    gesture. I tie up Pai-alucia to a tree and fetch the man's spear.

       Big Horn is excited. He gestures that our hunt is about to begin!
    With silent signals, the man tells me that fresh deer tracks lead into
    the forest. I'm to circle far around while he waits here. Pai-alucia
    will be taken into cover. By the time that is done, I should be in
    position. I'm to rush the deer towards him with my spear. Big Horn will
    be waiting to ambush them with his bow.

       I nod to him my understanding and take off. My steps are careful and
    silent along the outer edge of this small forest. Big Horn leads his
    horse into the trees. I raise my arms up to Him in prayer: "please let
    my hands be successful on this day!"

       I travel quickly along the outside of the forest. When I'm past the
    deer's expected position, I quietly step through the trees. My eyes try
    adjusting to the darkness. The wind is still. Good. The herd won't
    spook from my scent. I pause every so often behind a tree and peer out
    for them. No movements. I wonder where the deer are?

       My hand is sweaty around Big Horn's spear. I wipe it dry with my
    front cloth. A coolness is felt behind me. I smile when remembering
    how I'm uncovered there. The weight of the Wah-ha knife at my side is
    assuring. It makes me feel like a real hunter to bear weapons. This is
    my chance to prove my skills to the brave.

       I go over the plan again in my head. When I find the herd, I'm to
    drive them towards Big Horn's position. I'll only get one chance to
    throw my spear. The brave will be waiting with his bow. He'll be able
    to get off a few shots before they scatter past him. With luck, I'll
    strike a deer and all his arrows will fly true.

       I continue stalking. The forest is dark and Father Sun is too low in
    His sky to orient me. It's possible that I've traveled too far. The
    deer may still be between the brave and myself. I hope that I'm not
    walking in the wrong direction!

       I creep a bit further into the woods. Movement catches my eye. I
    crouch down and hold my breath. There are five, no six deer grazing to
    my left. Two large bucks! I've become disoriented in this forest so I'm
    not sure which direction I should drive them. Big Horn should be nearby.

       Slow are my next steps. It's hard for me to decide how close I should
    get. I risk being discovered and to lose my shot. My hands judge the
    weight of Big Horn's spear. Its deadly flint head points towards them.

       A large doe turns her head in my direction. I spring up. The deer
    are already scattering! Without pausing to aim, I throw my spear. The
    wooden shaft sinks deep into her belly. My whoops of joy are loud. If
    Big Horn is near, he'll hear my signal and be prepared with his bow to
    target the others.

       I eagerly run to the doe. Her body quivers over the ground. I pull
    out the spear and gently take hold of her head. I perform the rite of
    placation to ask for her forgiveness. Her hide is soft and warm against
    my body. A heavy burden for me to carry but one that I'm proud of!
    Where is Big Horn or his horse? I whoop out again since I'm so happy!

    (Big Horn hears the boy's joyful cry. He leans against the cover of a
    tree and trains his bow in that direction. The sound of springing deer
    approach. A large buck comes into sight. The brave takes aim and
    releases his arrow. Another is notched in two heart beats. Release. He
    fires on the buck again.)

    (No more deer. Big Horn steps away from the cover of his tree to look.
    There are no animals lying in the clearing. His eyes spy an arrow stuck
    into a tree. It disappoints him. Three were loosened on that buck. He
    wonders where the remaining shots will be found.)

    (Movement attracts him. Perhaps it's the wounded buck, the brave
    surmises. The long shadows prevent him from seeing clearly. A deer's
    head pops out between the trees. The brave takes quick aim. Breath
    holds. His fingers release the deadly wooden shaft.)

    (Too late he realizes that it's Willow Bird! The brave jerks the bow in
    his hands to try changing the arrow's course. He cries out to Wah-Conda
    to spare his young lover.)

    (The arrow rushes towards Willow Bird. Yet it has gained some height,
    flying over the boy's head. Big Horn is filled with relief. Anger
    consumes him because of his own carelessness and greed for the hunt. The
    boy approaches with a doe in his proud arms. Little does he know how
    close he came to death.)

       I spot Big Horn. He steps out from behind a tree with his bow falling
    from his hands. It's with great pride in my heart that I stride towards
    him with my prize. In the clearing between us I search for any deer he
    has felled. None. The brave runs to me with a strange expression on his
    face. Is that anger he's showing me? Perhaps none of the deer had come
    within his shot.

       Big Horn greets me with a great bear hug. It's as if he's missed me
    for a span of many days. I enjoy his warmth around me. Yet I'm
    surprised and curious about it. He shouldn't be that overjoyed from the
    success of our hunt. Perhaps he's proud that I've killed a doe. It's my
    first big animal taken. Yes, that must be it.

       The brave's arms finally loosen from around me. He takes hold of my
    shoulders. I see tears in his eyes! There's something going on here
    that I don't understand.

       Big Horn drops to his knees and raises his hands skyward. "Oh Great
    Spirit, I thank you! Inspite of my sure arrow, Your Hand protected my
    lover. My heart is filled with gladness that he lives. I owe You a great
    debt."

       The brave rushes to embrace me again. I go over the words of his
    prayer for the meaning to his strange behavior. I'm startled from my
    thoughts. Tears are falling to my shoulders! What has made Big Horn to
    become so distressed?

    (Big Horn recovers. He stands apart from the boy to look upon him, often
    touching him to be sure that his young lover is alive and well. A smile
    comes to the man's face. It seems that all his bow shots went ill. No
    deer killed. Yet in his hands is his greatest prize won him this day.)

       "You were the second buck my bow fired upon," Big Horn explains.
    "The Great Spirit came to my aid, allowing my hands to change the
    arrow's deadly flight in time. My greed for the hunt... almost caused
    your death."

       The man's words fill me with understanding. I remember hearing
    something flying over my head when I stepped into the clearing. I
    thought it was only a bird.

       I grasp Big Horn's shoulders. He smiles at me while wiping away his
    tears. I'm moved by his deep emotion for me. The brave's eyes fall to
    the slain doe at my feet. I proudly show him the belly wound from my
    spear thrust.

       "I struck this doe without proper aiming," I admit. "As I crept ever
    closer to the herd, this doe spotted me and ran. I didn't have time to
    aim so I simply threw the spear in her direction. Luck was with me. The
    other deer fled through the trees. I didn't know if they were running
    in your direction since I had become a disoriented in the forest.

       "I shouted out my victory cry over my fallen prize and to signal you.
    It was eagerness to show you my first deer that had me charging into
    your arrow without thought. I should have known that you would be
    shooting at anything moving. Father Sun is low in the sky. You would
    have seem me as only a shadow. I must take some blame for what happened."

       Big Horn nods his head. He points to the distant tree, at his arrow
    sprouting from its trunk. He explains it. "I released three arrows when
    a buck came into sight. That's obviously one shot that missed him. Help
    me to find the results from my other shots, or if I'm fortunate and
    skilled enough, the buck with my arrows in him."

       I drop my doe and the heavy spear. Big Horn studies the ground in the
    clearing for tracks. My eyes read a confusing tale of numerous sets of
    fresh deer prints. I look around at the trees for arrows instead.

       The brave silently points out two possible leads. He follows one
    set of tracks while I walk down the other. It's possible that his buck
    was injured or even lies dead in the deeper woods. We walk together
    until our paths separate.

       Many trees come between us. I run down the fresh deer prints in the
    hope of finding Big Horn's fallen buck. A coolness is felt over my body
    from the lengthening shadows. I know that Father Sun is soon to lie down
    from His sky to sleep. My eyes try adjusting to the twilight.

       The trail becomes hard to follow. I pause a moment to rest. I look
    down at myself; at my lack of a rear cloth. Any man who spies me will
    know its meaning. Are there any lusting braves in this forest who would
    want me?

       I giggle softly to myself. A bolder thought strikes me. I crouch
    over the ground in a submissive pose. My butt opens. I feel over my
    rear end with pride. I've had a boy and a man filling my asshole with
    their hard dicks. Their loins have flowed to me. Sperm in my butt! I
    like giving myself to satisfy male lust. Is there anyone near who'd want
    to rape me?

       A burning sensation draws my attention to my left hand. For a moment,
    I thought I'd seen the silver ring over my finger. I shake my head in
    disbelief. It had been left with Song Bird in his father's tipi.

       The buck's tracks continue. I follow them a while longer until they
    join up with other deer. The tracks get further confused by the prints
    from squirrels and a raccoon family. I've never found any revealing
    blood signs. Hopefully, Big Horn's trail was the truer one.

       I'm about to turn back for the clearing when movement catches my eye.
    I quickly crouch down behind a bush. In my mind's eye I review what I'd
    seen. The dark shape could have been a man! Perhaps it was Big Horn. Yet
    something warns me to be careful. There are trees behind and before me.
    I've been caught in a small clearing with only a bush to protect me.

       I strain my ears to the forest sounds. Nothing. The tiny hairs on the
    back of my neck tighten. I feel like I'm being watched! My eyes widen in
    revelation. My dream. Have I failed to heed its warning yet again?

       I try to control my breaths. My heart pounds in my chest like a
    frantic war drum. I slowly turn my head around to look for his shadowy
    form. The darkening forest is filled with suspicious shapes. Which one
    is his?

       A man steps out from the trees. I draw in a sharp breath when I look
    at him. Naked; his youthful body is blackened with fire ash. He's about
    my height. No weapons are upon him. I recognize the red markings over his
    face. This is a Trickster! I recall my boyhood story about such a one.

       The Trickster is said to be a dark spirit roaming Mother Earth to
    satisfy his great hunger for sex. All human beings, both male and
    female will he copulate with. The age of his victims matters not to
    this wicked spirit for he has grabbed children since they're an easier
    prey to catch. It was left to my imagination as to what the Trickster
    would do to a boy. I was often awake at night in fear of his capture.
    Later, when I was older, I realized that this was only a story to scare
    little children. At least that's what I thought until now!

       The naked Trickster turns away from me to enter the woods. His body
    is also blackened from behind save for a red stripe down each butt cheek.
    He disappears amongst the trees.

       With my Wah-ha knife in hand, I lose my fear of him. It's more likely
    that he's a young man who's guised himself as a Trickster. I rise from
    behind the bush to investigate. His footsteps in the soft dirt are proof
    of it. I begin following them with my blade ready in hand.

       My strange dream returns to me. A quick review of it has me wishing
    that I weren't so bold. Some of its images have already come to pass.
    Big Horn did shoot an arrow at me though it hadn't pierced my heart. He
    also cried like in my dream. All of these events have happened. What's
    next to follow is that I'm grabbed from behind by the shadow man...

       I spin around on my feet. There's only empty space between myself and
    the trees. Fear takes me. I should race to the safety of Big Horn. Two men
    against one is a better plan to follow. I head back for the big clearing.

       Hairs rise on the back of my neck. I feel terrible eyes on me... it
    makes me gasp in terror! Too late I try to run. His dark arms rush
    around me. The sickening warmth of his body presses against my back. My
    knife is knocked from my grip. His arms lock around my neck and my side.

       "You have a sweet body!"

       A Trickster's words! I try struggling out of his tight embrace. The
    strength of his arms is much greater than mine. I feel his erection
    pointing through my butt. The thought of his intent is alarming. Does
    he intend to rape me?!

       "I'm excited by your lack of covering for your butt," the Trickster
    says. "Was the cloth lost or do you invite men to stick up your asshole?"

    (The young man's laughter in Willow Bird's ear is like the quick yelps
    from a coyote. His dick aims through his captured boy's ass to seek a
    lusty connection between them.)

       "Who are you?!" I gasp. His arm around my neck chokes me.

       "Are you an ignorant boy?" the man asks. "I thought that all children
    were warned to be wary of me! I'm the Trickster who hungers to complete
    himself in the warm bodies of his prey. My arms have caught you. I'll
    enjoy making use of your sweet body, though sadly, I'll only be able to
    seed you once before taking a blade across your neck."

       His words frighten me. But they aren't truthful. I tell him so.
    "You're only guised as a Trickster! I saw your prints in the dirt. You
    sound more like a renegade brave who's been banished from his tribe.
    Tell me if this is not so!"

       "I am a Trickster. My spirit has taken on the form of a man who
    caused those footprints that you saw. What good would it be if I were
    ethereal? I must become flesh for my penis to enjoy the tight warmth of
    your butthole!"

       I renew my struggle to break free. He has one of my arms pinned at my
    side. His strong grip around my neck makes it hard to breathe. I try a
    leg kick. The young man is unaffected. I'm amazed by his great strength.

       "So much energy, eh sweet one? Don't tire yourself out yet. I haven't
    even begun to take my pleasure of your warm butt!"

    (The man's sing-song voice mocks his captive most cruely. He aims the
    tip of his dick into the boy's asshole, stabbing in.)

       "Know that you won't be the first to mount me," I sneer. "I have a
    lover who will avenge me!" My defiant words end when I have to take in
    a quick breath against the sharp pain in my butt. The man has stuck
    himself into my hole!

       "A pity. I more enjoy giving my seed to a boy who's not felt the
    pleasure of a hard dick in him before. As to your lover, describe him
    to me. I shall seek him out and mount his butt before collecting his
    scalp as well."

       The man pauses from his thrusts to hear my reply. I won't give him
    one. Instead, I begin praying unto our Father with my plea to survive my
    encounter with this man. I don't want to die!

       "If you tell me about your lover," the Trickster asks, "I'll spare
    you the humility of having to endure my lengthy fuck in your sweet
    boy-hole. My seed can fill your body after the blade has cut across your
    neck. What do you say?"

       How vile can this spirit be? He would mount my butt even after I'm
    dead?! I remain silent. His stabs through my butt become harsh. The
    pain is almost unbearable. I forget my pride by yelling out into the
    night like a frightened boy. "Big Horn, help me!"

       The Trickster pauses his thrusts. My loud call for Big Horn has
    frightened him. His arm tightens around my neck. I can't breathe! My
    struggle becomes frantic. Yet, I can't break away. A blackness takes me...

       I'm with my new lover. He covers my body in black ash to make me
    like him. With my initiation completed, I lead him over the river to
    prey upon the boys of my tribe. They are easy to find. He grabs Day
    Rabbit while I steal out Song Bird from his father's tipi. They are
    brought with us into the deep dark woods. To keep the youths from
    screaming out, we stuff their mouths with their breechclouts. It's in
    moonlight that we descend upon their soft butts to make them like us.

       The Trickster smiles wickedly when he thrusts into his helpless
    boy. As I prepare to do the same, I notice that it's Song Bird who
    I'll be hurting. I love this boy more than to simply use his body for
    my lust. I cut his restraining bonds instead. He begs me to save the
    other youth as well.

       The vile spirit/man is deep into sex with his little boy. He doesn't
    see my blow. My shiny knife strikes him again and again. He's knocked
    off Day Rabbit. Yet with death coming into his eyes, the Trickster
    looks up at me with a smile saying, "I'll win in the end..."

       I awaken in darkness. My body feels cold and my head aches. So does
    my butthole. I remember with dread where I am. I lay unmoving for an
    agonizing moment so that my ears can listen to the night sounds for his
    whereabouts. Nothing. I don't know where the Trickster is or why I'm
    still alive. He could be watching nearby, ready to laugh at me when I
    had believed myself free. That would be his way. Yet I don't feel his
    menacing evil eyes. I get to my knees and run.

       A bright light in the distance draws my attention. I hide behind a
    tree and wait. Is that the Trickster who comes to cut my throat as he's
    promised? I recall his nude body and his lack of weapons or traveling
    pouches. He wouldn't make use of fire. Nor would Big Horn. A fire stick
    in the night would draw an enemy's bow shot.

       The light comes nearer. I see it reflect in an object on the ground.
    Eagerly, I reach for my Wah-ha blade. It'll protect me! I crouch behind
    my tree protector in a prepared ambush.

       A tall man comes into sight. It can't be the Trickster. He was my
    height and though appearing as a boy of my age, only his greater
    strength betrayed his age and skill.

       My heart leaps into my throat when I see who has come! I spring out
    to the path and greet Big Horn. He runs to embrace me. I welcome the
    safety and warmth of his tight arms around me. He whispers in my ear.

       "What has happened to you?" he asks. "Is there danger here?"

       "Yes! I was attacked by a strange man. He may be close by."

       "How is he armed?" Big Horn quickly asks. "Are there others with him?"

       "No. He's alone, naked, and without weapons or common sense. The man
    who attacked me claimed to be a Trickster!"

       "We must leave this place," commands Big Horn. "Follow me!"

       Big Horn turns from me to enter the small clearing. Menacing shadows
    reach out to us at the edge of the brave's torch light. We rush down the
    deer trail I had taken earlier. We pause every so often to listen to the
    night. I'm glad to stop since my butt aches with every step. Big Horn
    notices my pain. I swallow nervously in my throat from what I'm
    reluctant to tell him.

       "How are you injured?" Big Horn asks.

    (The man feels over the youth's body for any telling wounds. None.
    Perhaps the boy suffers from a leg sprain.)

       I lower my eyes from his and simply shrug my shoulders. Big Horn
    continues to race us down the path. He still uses the fire stick to
    guide us. Won't that point us out to our enemies? I see the wisdom in
    it though. Our eyes are already ruined to the night and without its
    light we cannot make our way back to Pai-alucia.

       Big Horn quickly leads me through the woods. It's a painful walk. My
    butthole is much pained from the Trickster's lusty use of it. I'm sure
    that his sperm is deep inside me. The thought of it sickens my spirit.

       A horse's challenging snort calls out to us. I'm filled with relief.
    Although Big Horn is here to protect me, Pai-alucia could get us back
    to our tribe this very night! The bodies of two deer lie here. I turn
    to Big Horn with a weak smile. "Your other shots were true then," I
    whisper. "Where did you find him?"

       "The trail that I took led me to this buck. I saw his bloody tracks and
    knew that he would be found dead. It took me a while to drag his body to
    the large clearing where your deer was laying. I waited for your return.

       "When Father Sun layed down in His sky to sleep, I knew that something
    was wrong. I thought that you'd become lost. You had said that had
    happened during the hunt."

       "If that's so, why did you search for me with a torch in hand?" I
    ask. "That is a reckless thing to try!"

       "You're right," the brave admits. "I felt that something was amiss in
    the woods. An evil presence. I felt in my heart that you were in grave
    danger. There wasn't a moment to waste in my search for you. The
    moonlight was useless in the deep woods. To use a fire stick was a
    desperate thing on my part. Yet I had to find you! I cared less for my
    life when yours may have needed saving."

       "And you did!" I give my brave a tight hug. His words of love and
    selflessness brings tears to my eyes. I cling to his warmth for a long
    moment. I'm not ever wanting to let him go.

       "We need to leave," says Big Horn. "Help me to bring our deer to
    Pai-alucia's back." The brave recalls the boy's difficult walk. "Can you
    travel on foot?"

       I nod my head. My butt aches me but I'd rather endure more pain than
    to sleep in these haunted woods. I help the brave lift each deer over
    his horse's long back. He ties their legs to a long thong wrapping
    Pai-alucia's belly.

       Big Horn smothers his fire stick in the dirt. He leads the horse
    through the trees until we emerge into moonlight. The river lies far to
    the north. My body is in much pain. I try keeping up with the brave's
    pace but I stop every so often to prevent myself from crying out. The
    brave notices my weakness.

       "Tell me what is wrong!" asks Big Horn.

       I drop to the ground in agony. The brave comes to me with his hands
    examining my legs and waist. He finds something sticky on my thighs and
    sniffs it.

       "You are bleeding! Why?"

       My moment of shame has come. "The man raped me."

       A sharp gasp. "I will find and kill him!" swears Big Horn.

       I take hold of the brave's arm. "No. We can't fight an evil spirit!
    Let us leave the Trickster to his haunt."

       "My oath has been uttered," explains the brave. "But now is not the
    time to be fulfilling it. I must attend to your injury and get you to a
    safe camp. There you must tell me everything about this Trickster if
    that is truly what he is."

       Big Horn fetches his water skin. He wets a cloth and asks me to
    spread my legs. I'm filled with deep shame and embarrassment. I'm not
    sure that I had resisted the Trickster as much as I could. When that
    man's dick stuck into me, I could have unbalanced him by picking up my
    feet. Instead, I allowed our forced mating. It was only when he told me
    of his intent to kill me that I had struggled harder.

       The blood is wiped from my butt and thighs. I'm in too much pain to
    empty my bowels. I'm forced to harbor the Trickster's seed in me for a
    while longer. A terrible thought strikes me. Could that spirit's joining
    to my flesh make a little one? I calm myself. It was likely that I was
    raped by only a man and sperm put into another man's hole cannot result
    in a baby.

       "Can you walk further?" the brave asks. "Otherwise, I'll drop one of
    the deer and let you ride in its place."

       "No! Don't do that," I plead. "I can walk for a while."

       Big Horn nods. "We'll set up camp in the large woods ahead of us.
    I'm more familiar with its paths. You must rest. A wound that draws
    blood can become deadly if it's not cared for."

       The walk in the night is painful but Big Horn's slower pace helps.
    We reach the forest that he spoke of. He leads us deep into it before
    he's satisfied of a camping spot. I drop to the ground in exhaustion.

       Big Horn sees to his horse while I rest over the ground. When he's
    finished, he sits at my side with something in his hand to offer me.

       "Are you hungry?" the brave asks.

       I greedily take the fresh venison from the man's hands. Raw and
    delicious! I chew on the meat for a while. I'm thirsted as well so I ask
    for water. Big Horn also lays out his sleeping skin for me to sleep on.
    I lay my aching butt over it. He sits down beside me to share our warmth.

       Big Horn asks me about the Trickster. His arms keep a hold of me
    while I give him the whole story. I even tell him about my dream that
    had warned me about it. This interests him the most. He warns me that
    the Trickster will return.

       A great weariness overcomes me. My last thoughts are of Big Horn's
    gently hands lifting me over his sleeping skin. Sleep takes me.

       I'm awakened with a start. Pai-alucia winnies nervously. There's a
    menacing presence in our camp. I feel in the darkness for Big Horn's
    warmth. He's missing. I take hold of my Wah-ha knife and listen to the
    night sounds.

       My butthole doesn't ache me. I wonder at it. A realization fills me.
    I'm dreaming again, though why must my dreams always be of terror and
    darkness?! The sound of a stick breaking fills me with dread. I stare
    into the darkness for what comes.

       My eyes make out the vague shapes of trees and Pai-alucia. Big Horn
    has us camped in a small clearing. It brings down the moon and
    starlight. I'm feeling calm. When I slowly turn my head, I spy a dark
    form approaching in stealth! My heart fills with terror that it's HIM.
    More likely it's Big Horn returning to our bed. Yet I keep still so as
    to not alert the enemy. I'm prepared to strike when he nears.

       Hope fills me. I stay my blade until I'm sure of who approaches.
    There's a small pain from my butthole. I feel the stickiness of a
    medicine cloth folded between my cheeks. This is no dream! Pai-alucia
    stomps the ground in warning. He senses that something is amiss. The
    dark form comes within three strides of where I'm laying. I see the
    man's nakedness. The Trickster has returned for me!

       "Ah... I see that you're awake," he whispers. "Your horse is a smart
    one. Yes, very smart! A worthy friend to watch over you in the dark or
    is he your lover? A stallion's big cock can make for a joyous ride! I
    have seen it done."

       Terror glues my tongue. I can't cry out for Big Horn as I wish! The
    dark man stands two strides away now. He folds his arms over his chest
    and laughs.

       "That's a nasty looking sharp edge you are holding, my sweet one. It
    won't keep me from having my way with you. I'm powerful! My loins hunger
    to fill your butt again."

       I find my voice. "You won't have me!" I shout. I'm hoping that our
    voices will alert Big Horn. Where is that brave?! A terrifying thought
    strikes me. Has the Trickster delt with him?

       I come up with a plan of delay. "My stallion is named Pai-alucia," I
    tell him in an even voice. I'm hoping to learn something from the
    Trickster by his reaction to my next words. "You have guessed truly that
    the stallion is my lover."

       The man laughs like a coyote. "That cannot be so, sweet one! I've
    sheathed into your butthole with my man sized cock and you felt very
    tight. I don't believe your words. Not even your claim that you've had
    your ass mounted before my lusty use of it unless it were from a boy."

       The Trickster has answered my desperate hope! He hasn't met up with
    Big Horn. It offers me the strength to hold out for my brave to rescue
    me. For now, I point my blade at the vile man.

       "Why didn't you kill me?" I ask. My question is daring. I feel that
    this evil spirit/man still could.

       "Your life isn't the one I'm seeking!" the Trickster hisses.

       I shake my head. A strong fear comes into me for the one I love. Not
    the boy; he's safe in camp with the shaman and our Father to look over
    him. No. It's for Big Horn. Links of events starting with Coyote Thief's
    death, Big Horn's weakness and my current plight become clear. The
    circle has not come around.

       "If you're not here to kill me, then what?"

       "Your butthole was very nice to fuck into, sweet one! Very nice. I'm
    sure that you have a boyfriend in camp who sticks into you often for
    both of your pleasures. I saw the signs of your being Mahyee-na. Your
    lack of a butt cloth. Your willingness to let me stick into you for a
    sweet thrill! I'll give you my big dick again if you beg me for it!"

       The man's words anger me. He speaks truly of what I fear most. I did
    allow him to rape me as I had surmised!

    (The Trickster steps closer to the frightened boy. He strokes over the
    thick skin of his manhood to get it hard. It quickly erects in hand.)

       "I'm ready to pleasure you again, sweet one! Turn around and back
    onto my cock like you did before."

       His words infuriate me! I launch myself at his black form; my knife
    rushes towards his heart with my intent to split it in two! The man
    deftly counters my attack. Too late I realize what he's done to trick
    me. He steps to one side and simply pulls the blade from my hand. I'm
    sent forward, unbalanced, to fall hard to the ground.

       I feel the man's weight over me. My arms are painfully pulled behind
    my back while he sits on me. Our butts touch. I cry out from the agony
    of being in his power yet again.

       "You've kept yourself uncovered for me," says the Trickster. "I like
    the warmth of your sweet body under mine. Be still and I'll slip my long
    dick in for our pleasure again. My first release in your sweet butt was a
    quick one. I'll be sure to make our second time together a lengthy mating!"

       I cry out in the night for Big Horn. I can't endure being in this
    man's power again! My spirit is weakened from it. I retreat inside my
    head to escape. He has conquered me...

       No! I fight against my weaker self. Stay alert! I must be ready for
    any opportunity to fight him and escape. Where is Big Horn? He must come
    soon or I'll be lost.

       My hands are tied behind my back. He must have pulled away my thong
    belt and used it to tie me up during my weak moment. It's my own fault
    for allowing the Trickster his way with my body. I hope that he'll be
    finished with it soon.

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