His dreams,
His dreams were this brothers dreams, he would often wake in the middle of the night and feel their distant panic and anguish…
His dreams were his fathers dreams… to grow into a tall healthy man, and do the things he could never do, and go the places he never could…
His dreams were this grandfathers dreams, to ride into the far future so unknown and fantastic, and change the world for the better….
Yellowshirt, was already awake , staring up into the night sky…looking and listening for his old horse, now gone 20 years…
The clicking on his radio, slowly turned into a voice, and he listened as people talked back and forth across a burning mountain…jokes and chatter from the dark…The distant sound of falling trees, and torching trees was the sound of a young boy falling asleep by the campfire…
Yellowshirt closed his eyes and drifted off to into his brothers dreams..
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