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Act 20: He cannot lead the people... by Steve Hart

“But Cornstalk stands in line before Timpoochee,” Swift Deer turned and faced Grandmother Ama. “He is older. He will become Duweuwewanidatsi when Yufala can no longer stand.”

“I will tell you no more,” the old woman responded, her voice heavy and burdened. “Cornstalk’s mind is impure. He cannot lead the people.”

Swift Deer had to admit Timpoochee had the greater potential of the two boys. He is always curious, always asking questions and seeking to understand why the world is as it is. He was mild mannered, respectful of others in the town and always eager to help where he could.

She enjoyed watching him play on the water. On Long Man he was in his world, expertly piloting the canoe up and down the river, at home along its banks and with its animals.

In his youth he developed his skills as a fisherman, both with the net and with the bow. From the time he was a small boy he could shoot u-ga and other utusti with seemingly little effort.

One of his favorite games was to wait on the river bank for a school of u-ga to come along. He would wait and catch them with his arrows as they leaped above the water surface. He always returned to town with a good catch.

With his eyes he could follow them in the clear waters as they made their way upstream. He could tell when they were about to jump by the way the dipped. His marksmanship made him stand out among the other young boys.

But still there was the matter of his physical appearance. As he grew older it became more and more a topic of conversation among the older women.

But no one could really deny the heritage of Swift Deer and Yufala’s younger son. Swift Deer would not allow it.

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Act 25: Just as much mastery... by Steve Hart

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“Osiyo,” Timpoochee interrupted the silence of the students’ council to ask a question of Yufala, who was leading the council.

“Why is it important to learn the Medicine? Why is it important to dwell on the lessons of the ancient time when our people face more important lessons we have to learn with the white man coming to us?”

Yufala cleared his throat. Big questions coming from his son. But before ulagu could answer a voice barked from the second row of the council.

“Always your questions concern Yonega, Timpoochee,” Raven Wing’s accusation shot through the discussion like an arrow through a clear winter sky.

“Yonega do not concern us except as a resource for trade,” Raven Wing shouted. “He is like any other creature. We must deal with him just as we deal with the other creatures.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Raven Wing,” Timpoochee calmly replied. “Yonega is - and will be - a very big part of our lives. For better or worse they will be part of our world. They have just as much mastery of the world as do we.”

“Ever since they came to our town you have been consumed by the Yonega,” Raven Wing shot back. “Maybe what the old women say is true.”

Raven Wing’s eyes widened. He clasped his hand over this mouth. Yufala winced but did not move. Timpoochee raised his head slowly and glared at Raven Wing with an icy, deathly stare. The rest of the council moved silently back.

“Raven Wing, your mind is sharp but your tongue is even sharper,” Timpoochee said calmly but severely. “You should be careful your head is not someday severed from your body by your tongue’s rampant voyages.”

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Act 167: Look what we have here... by Steve Hart

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Spanish soldiers smashed and trashed the tavern, laughing and bellowing as only victors do when they feel invincible.

“Look what we have here,” shouted the leader. “Some of those very Indians. Maybe we should punish these lobsterbacks since most of the others have fled back to their woods!”

“Alto!” shouted Lil.

She surprised Timpoochee. The men below stopped and looked up.

“You have no right nor cause to punish these men,” she said, speaking in a different language from the Yonega tongue.

Timpoochee reasoned it must be the soldiers’ language.

“These are peaceful men,” she said. “They have not been fighting you.”

“Ah, Senorita,” replied the leader from atop his table. He doffed his helmet and bowed in a drunken mock display of chivalry. “The lobsterbacks have a beautiful and welcomed defender.”

“Hold it right where you are, gaucho,” Lil shouted. “You may have defeated the British and occupied this settlement. But you haven’t occupied this tavern - or me!”

“Ah,” said the soldier. “Another conquest remains.”

The soldier jumped from the table and started up the stairs, his heavy boots thumping the wooden steps.

Timpoochee straightened up and stiffened. His head whirling just a bit, woozy from the sudden surge of adrenalin.

He stepped in front of Lil.

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Act 174: Drift quietly away... by Steve Hart

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Timpoochee recovered enough by the following day to want to leave the Yonega settlement.

But first, he thought, he and his men should see the public ceremony of surrender by the British to the Spanish. Panton had assured him would be a grand and educational spectacle.

The ceremony was to take place the next day.

Timpoochee and his men spent the day preparing for their journey.

In an unexplained stroke of luck the boats had been left, untouched it appeared, at the wharf where they docked what seemed now like weeks ago.

They would drift quietly away, Timpoochee reasoned, while the surrender ceremony was in its final moments.

As he was checking the boats one final time before setting sail Timpoochee was approached by a Spanish soldier, silver helmet ablaze in the midday sun.

“Alto!,” the soldier shouted, clearly a command Timpoochee thought.

“Detén lo que estás haciendo. ¿A dónde vas?”

Yet another Yonega tongue I will need to learn, Timpoochee thought.

But realizing the soldier’s aggression Timpoochee turned his attention from the boat to the soldier.

Another man, a British man, also quickly arrived on the scene. He began talking to the soldier, in the soldier’s tongue.

“The sergeant is wanting to know why you are leaving,” the man explained.

“We are leaving for our home, in the mountains, and peace,” Timpoochee replied. “Our people will wonder why we have been gone so long.”

The Englishman translated.

“No!” the soldier commanded.

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