Petra could see the commotion that the Trooper’s death caused among the more military types which meant she had a scared bunch of Teenagers under her and needed to get their minds off it and what better way than one that benefited the pack train and gave them something else to talk about.
When the pack train arrived at the falls she began putting her people to work and she was demanding.
”Allright! I want every pack pulled, Jimmy, Elsa, Mark and yes you Mr. Bright get to it.
Sammy! Break out the pedicure kit you and Candy are on feet.
Move It, Move It!
We don’t have all day and I have less patience! she said loudly without shouting and had to smile when she heard them all groan.
}”Good”{ she thought as Elsa gave her an annoyed look and she heard Sammy mutter Bitch.
They were all doing exactly what she wanted, they were focusing their emotions at her and thinking how unlucky they were that she was in a mood today and not about Benny which she’s sure had something going with Elsa.
Elsa was 18 and she was already thinking about babies and an early marriage so she had other boys to choose and knowing Benny intimately for perhaps two days now would recover. Still Petra thought it would be a nice night to have a smoke with Elsa and try to get her to dreaming of her future surrounded by babies.
Her People were like her animals and needed proper handling which always fell but to the old stick, carrot, and whip. She hated having to be like she was was at the moment but as she walked among her people and train she could feel no fear other than of her which was as it should be.
Bury them deep that's what I said
Time to play your dead man's hand
Dealin bullets is like dealin cards
When it all comes down to a draw
Wind in my face I feel the burn
Dust drinks the blood of their tears
I say goodbye but it don't mean much
When shots ring like hits of a drum
Bury them deep that's what I said
Lay your body down on the sand
When it's all said and done
It's just a price I work to earn
It's just a price I work to earn
Sang Summer softly as her noisy friends surrounded her along with their visiting cousins so that she could count 19 birds including her own. Her voice was both sweet and sad as she used it to paint a vivid picture acapella.
Hot sun glares down on the street
Silence as deep as a colorado gorge
Don't care where you been or where you come from
It's just my job to be done
Wind in my face i love the burn
Dust drinks the blood of their tears
I say goodbye but it don't mean much
When shots ring like hits of a drum
Bury them deep
And they won't back haunt your soul like they do mine
This town crawls with beggers and thieves
Come to bite the hand that feeds
She sings as she finishes handing out treats and only those birds new to her company complain as the other’s observe the odd little woman open a small pouch and draw out a bundle of white sage which she lights with a magnifier as she sings the song “Soul of a Man?” so softly only someone 8 feet or closer can hear her but once it is lit and smoking she shifts to a Lakota Chant and stands offering farewell to the spirits of the dead naming Benny Stumbling Bear in the old language her Kisu taught her.
She would have given him another name but it was the one whispered to her so it was as it was. Once she finished she apologized to Benny’s spirit for his short life and wished him luck where he was headed.
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