Sunday, 30 April 2017

Native Tongue

The Injun and me, we got to an understanding. She didn’t seem to speak any English, but we soon got used to each being around. She’d come by the river every few days when I was there, washing and cleaning and drinking. I just had to wait out a few more weeks, and then the sheriffs would stop looking for me.

Then she offered me food. I ate it.

Next day, she offered me a blanket. I took it.

Then she offered her. I took that, gladly.

Then woke up to find the sheriffs above me, paying her the reward…

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