Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Tales from an old rancher

Years ago, when there were still disputes between the settlers and local natives, there was this widow and her two young children. They lived in a small cabin on a parcel nearby here.

As there were still the occasional uprising, she kept a close eye out for for the natives pass close by her homestead. Upon seeing a band of Indians approaching she would grab up one of her kids and with her makeup, give the child the appearance of having the pox. Since smallpox had decimated numerous tribes since the arrival of the white man, the Indians were naturally afraid of even the appearance of it.

Well, one time, as this young Mom was tending things in the yard, she sees a lone Indian approaching on horseback. Running into the small cabin, she scoops up the closest kid she can find, and makeup in hand, goes out to meet the native.

Surprisingly, he was not impressed with the display and said this to the woman, "White woman d- liar" and road off.

It was then that she noticed the pockmark scars on this young braves face- He was a survivor

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