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Kiowa Rising

Kiowa Rising

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A Rite of Passage story. Dorothy saves a dying Kiowa Woman and meets another person with a special artifact.
A Rite of Passage story. Dorothy saves a dying Kiowa Woman and meets another person with a special artifact.

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Rising/Davis
 
©2013
 
by
 
MVmedia,
 
LLC
 
1
 
Kiowa
 
Rising
 
A
 
Rite
 
of 
 
Passage
 
Story
 
By
 
Milton
 
Davis
 
It
 
was
 
high
 
summer
 
on
 
the
 
plains,
 
the
 
hot
 
humid
 
days
 
barely
 
bearable,
 
especially
 
in
 
the
 
cramped
 
one
 
room
 
school
 
house
 
of 
 
Nicodemus.
 
Dorothy
 
usually
 
held
 
classes
 
in
 
the
 
building,
 
but
 
today
 
the
 
heat
 
was
 
 just
 
too
 
much.
 
She
 
put
 
the
 
children
 
in
 
single
 
file
 
then
 
led
 
them
 
to
 
the
 
grove
 
of 
 
trees
 
by
 
the
 
river.
 
It
 
wasn't
 
much
 
cooler
 
there,
 
but
 
at
 
least
 
the
 
light
 
wind
 
made
 
the
 
heat
 
tolerable.
 
Dorothy
 
pulled
 
at
 
her
 
dress
 
collar
 
and
 
absently
 
rubbed
 
the
 
necklace.
 
She
 
didn't
 
mean
 
to
 
wear
 
it,
 
but
 
she'd
 
forgotten
 
to
 
take
 
it
 
off 
 
the
 
night
 
before.
 
The
 
slip
 
turned
 
out
 
to
 
be
 
a
 
blessing.
 
"Miss
 
Wright!
 
Miss
 
Wright!"
 
Jeremy
 
Tubbs
 
ran
 
to
 
the
 
grove
 
as
 
fast
 
as
 
his
 
stubby
 
legs
 
allowed,
 
waving
 
his
 
hands
 
over
 
his
 
head.
 
Dorothy
 
closed
 
the
 
book
 
she
 
was
 
reading
 
to
 
the
 
children.
 
"Jeremy,
 
what
 
on
 
God's
 
green
 
earth
 
are
 
you
 
yelling
 
for?
 
And
 
what
 
are
 
you
 
doing
 
coming
 
from
 
over
 
there?
 
You
 
should
 
be
 
with
 
us!"
 
Jeremy
 
halted
 
before
 
her,
 
bending
 
over
 
and
 
grasping
 
his
 
knees.
 
"It...it's...an
 
Indian
 
coming...Miss
 
Wright....an
 
Indian!"
 
The
 
children
 
began
 
to
 
whine
 
and
 
cry.
 
"Calm
 
down,
 
children,"
 
she
 
said.
 
"There's
 
no
 
reason
 
to
 
be
 
afraid.
 
It's
 
probably
 
Kiowa
 
coming
 
to
 
trade."
 
Dorothy
 
looked
 
at
 
Jeremy.
 
"Lead
 
the
 
way,"
 
she
 
said.
 
Jeremy
 
grabbed
 
her
 
hand,
 
and
 
then
 
practically
 
dragged
 
her
 
out
 
of 
 
the
 
grove.
 
He
 
led
 
her
 
to
 
the
 
hill
 
by
 
the
 
schoolhouse
 
then
 
pointed.
 
A
 
lone
 
woman
 
approached
 
on
 
an
 
Appaloosa,
 
swaying
 
heavily
 
with
 
each
 
step
 
of 
 
the
 
horse.
 
Dorothy
 
blocked
 
the
 
sun
 
from
 
her
 
eyes
 
with
 
her
 
right
 
hand
 
and
 
squinted.
 
She
 
saw
 
blood
 
on
 
the
 
woman's
 
garments.
 
Lots
 
of 
 
blood.
 
"Jeremy,
 
you
 
run
 
as
 
fast
 
as
 
you
 
can
 
to
 
town
 
and
 
get
 
Doc
 
Rosa.
 
Hurry!"
 
Jeremy
 
ran
 
toward
 
town
 
and
 
Dorothy
 
ran
 
to
 
the
 
woman.
 
She
 
reached
 
her
 
 just
 
as
 
she
 
fell
 
from
 
the
 
horse.
 
Dorothy
 
felt
 
the
 
necklace
 
grow
 
warm
 
around
 
her
 
neck
 
as
 
she
 
extended
 
her
 
arms
 
then
 
caught
 
the
 
woman
 
like
 
she
 
was
 
a
 
feather.
 
"Can
 
you
 
hear
 
me?"
 
she
 
said.
 
 
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The
 
woman
 
barely
 
nodded.
 
"Let's
 
get
 
you
 
inside,"
 
Dorothy
 
said.
 
"Doc
 
Rosa
 
will
 
be
 
here
 
directly.
 
Dorothy
 
ran
 
back
 
up
 
the
 
hill,
 
leaving
 
the
 
Appaloosa
 
grazing.
 
When
 
she
 
reached
 
the
 
schoolhouse
 
the
 
other
 
children
 
waited,
 
their
 
faces
 
apprehensive.
 
"She's
 
dead!"
 
Mary
 
Scrubbs
 
shouted.
 
"No,
 
she's
 
not
 
dead,'"
 
Dorothy
 
answered.
 
"At
 
least
 
not
 
yet."
 
Dorothy
 
put
 
her
 
ear
 
against
 
the
 
woman's
 
chest.
 
She
 
was
 
barely
 
breathing
 
and
 
losing
 
lots
 
of 
 
blood.
 
"Children,
 
I
 
need
 
you
 
all
 
to
 
go
 
outside
 
and
 
keep
 
a
 
lookout
 
for
 
Doctor
 
Rosa,"
 
she
 
said.
 
The
 
children
 
ran
 
from
 
the
 
room,
 
some
 
of 
 
them
 
with
 
a
 
look
 
of 
 
relief 
 
on
 
their
 
faces.
 
Dorothy
 
waited
 
until
 
they
 
were
 
all
 
gone
 
before
 
removing
 
the
 
necklace.
 
She
 
worked
 
it
 
over
 
the
 
woman's
 
head
 
to
 
her
 
neck.
 
The
 
necklace
 
began
 
to
 
glow
 
then
 
pulsate
 
with
 
the
 
woman's
 
breathing.
 
Dorothy
 
checked
 
the
 
woman's
 
breathing
 
again.
 
It
 
was
 
stronger,
 
and
 
the
 
bleeding
 
slowed.
 
"Miss
 
Dorothy!
 
Miss
 
Dorothy!
 
Doc
 
Rosa
 
is
 
coming!"
 
Dorothy
 
left
 
the
 
necklace
 
on
 
the
 
woman
 
a
 
few
 
moments
 
longer
 
before
 
removing
 
it.
 
She
 
was
 
hiding
 
it
 
below
 
her
 
collar
 
when
 
Doc
 
Rosa
 
entered
 
the
 
school
 
room.
 
The
 
short,
 
thick
 
boned
 
woman
 
scurried
 
across
 
the
 
floor
 
to
 
Dorothy.
 
"Dios
 
nos
 
ayude!"
 
she
 
exclaimed.
 
She
 
dropped
 
to
 
her
 
knees
 
and
 
immediately
 
began
 
examining
 
her.
 
"Who
 
would
 
do
 
such
 
a
 
thing?"
 
Dorothy
 
had
 
memories
 
of 
 
people
 
that
 
would
 
do
 
worse,
 
but
 
that
 
was
 
long
 
ago.
 
Doctor
 
Rosa
 
Guerro
 
hailed
 
from
 
Mexico.
 
She'd
 
come
 
to
 
Nicodemus
 
a
 
few
 
years
 
after
 
Dorothy
 
to
 
work
 
as
 
a
 
doctor
 
in
 
a
 
place
 
where
 
she
 
didn't
 
have
 
to
 
hide
 
her
 
skills.
 
Some
 
of 
 
the
 
men
 
and
 
women
 
were
 
reluctant
 
to
 
let
 
her
 
serve
 
them,
 
but
 
after
 
two
 
flu
 
outbreaks
 
and
 
other
 
calamities
 
Doc
 
Rosa
 
proved
 
her
 
skills.
 
"She's
 
doing
 
well
 
considering
 
her
 
injuries,"
 
Doc
 
Rosa
 
observed.
 
She
 
gave
 
Dorothy
 
a
 
long
 
look
 
before
 
speaking
 
again.
 
"We'll
 
have
 
to
 
get
 
her
 
to
 
my
 
house.
 
Those
 
bullets
 
will
 
have
 
to
 
come
 
out
 
for
 
her
 
to
 
heal
 
properly.
 
Can
 
you
 
help
 
me?"
 
"Of 
 
course
 
I
 
can,"
 
Dorothy
 
answered.
 
Together
 
they
 
lifted
 
the
 
woman
 
then
 
carried
 
her
 
to
 
Rosa's
 
wagon.
 
 
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Dorothy
 
climbed
 
in
 
the
 
front.
 
"You
 
stay
 
with
 
her,"
 
she
 
said.
 
She
 
turned
 
her
 
attention
 
to
 
her
 
students.
 
"Y'all
 
go
 
on
 
home
 
now.
 
We'll
 
continue
 
class
 
tomorrow."
 
The
 
children
 
cheered
 
then
 
scattered
 
in
 
different
 
directions.
 
Dorothy
 
looked
 
at
 
them
 
with
 
a
 
melancholy
 
smile.
 
They
 
forget
 
so
 
quickly.
 
She
 
wished
 
she
 
could
 
do
 
the
 
same.
 
She
 
 jerked
 
on
 
the
 
reins
 
and
 
the
 
wagon
 
lurched
 
toward
 
town.
 
The
 
rider
 
rode
 
into
 
town
 
toward
 
sundown,
 
covered
 
with
 
road
 
dust.
 
A
 
wide
 
brim
 
hat
 
hid
 
his
 
eyes,
 
but
 
his
 
long
 
handlebar
 
mustache
 
was
 
clearly
 
visible.
 
His
 
head
 
worked
 
from
 
side
 
to
 
side
 
as
 
he
 
rode
 
down
 
Nicodemus's
 
main
 
street,
 
a
 
smirk
 
coming
 
to
 
his
 
face.
 
The
 
town
 
was
 
prospering,
 
full
 
of 
 
black
 
folks
 
like
 
him
 
working
 
hard
 
and
 
doing
 
well
 
for
 
themselves.
 
The
 
rumors
 
were
 
true
 
then.
 
Nicodemus
 
was
 
becoming
 
the
 
true
 
Promised
 
Land
 
He
 
finally
 
spotted
 
the
 
sheriff’s
 
office
 
then
 
guided
 
his
 
horse
 
to
 
the
 
hitching
 
post.
 
When
 
he
 
walked
 
in
 
the
 
Sherriff 
 
Bodeen
 
Robinson
 
and
 
his
 
deputy
 
Clovis
 
Brown
 
were
 
into
 
a
 
game
 
of 
 
checkers.
 
"Gentlemen?"
 
he
 
said.
 
Bodeen
 
looked
 
up.
 
"How
 
can
 
I
 
help
 
you?"
 
"I'm
 
looking
 
for
 
a
 
place
 
to
 
bunk."
 
"And
 
who
 
might
 
you
 
be?"
 
"US
 
Marshall
 
Bass
 
Reeves."
 
Both
 
men
 
 jumped
 
to
 
their
 
feet.
 
"The
 
Bass
 
Reeves?"
 
Clovis
 
sputtered.
 
Bass
 
smiled.
 
"The
 
only
 
one
 
I
 
know."
 
"Help
 
me
 
get
 
her
 
undressed,"
 
Rosa
 
said.
 
Dorothy
 
and
 
Rosa
 
undressed
 
the
 
woman
 
then
 
washed
 
her
 
wounds.
 
Rosa
 
went
 
to
 
work
 
immediately,
 
extracting
 
each
 
bullet
 
slowly
 
and
 
carefully.
 
Rosa
 
dropped
 
each
 
bullet
 
into
 
a
 
nearby
 
pan;
 
she
 
stopped
 
with
 
the
 
fourth
 
bullet.
 
"I
 
need
 
to
 
stop
 
the
 
bleeding,"
 
Rosa
 
said.
 
Rosa
 
looked
 
at
 
Dorothy,
 
her
 
eyes
 
narrowed.
 
They
 
were
 
silent
 
for
 
a
 
moment,
 
and
 
then
 
Dorothy
 
looked
 
away.
 
"What
 
do
 
you
 
want
 
me
 
to
 
do?"
 
she
 
asked.
 

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