Ashkii a young Navajo Indian sat in his rocking chair outside his house. The sun was beginning to set now, casting shadows along the deserted streets of Flagstaff. Even despite the sun setting the air was still thick with humidity. As Ashkii's gaze moved back and forth around the town things seemed normal, kids running about, dogs barking and a few woman getting their laundry from the lines.
But then without a warning something strange happened. The noise stopped and the town was plagued in complete silence and the only sound Ashkii heard was his own breathing. He swept his gaze across the town once more, but this time all the kids had went in, the dogs seemed to have disappeared and the woman were most likely inside now folding their laundry. But Ashkii didn't mind the silence, as he rocked back and forth in his chair, smoking a large pipe as he enjoyed the peaceful surroundings.
That's when he seen a bright blue light out of the corner of his eye coming from the bank. At first Ashkii just watched the blue light, as he calmly smoked his pipe and whittled a few more wood chips off a piece of oak that would soon be a bison. Then finally he got up from his rocking and headed down the cracked wood steps onto the dusty street. The sheriff's office was a few houses down the road, a large house with barred off windows. Ashkii made his way toward puffing his pipe the whole time.
The silence was still as thick as the humidity. As Ashkii ran up the steps to the Sheriff' s office. He stopped outside the wood door and rapped his hand against it a few times until he heard a gruff voice telling him to come inside.
'What is it Ashkii?' The old grizzled sheriff asked, looking up from a large stack of papers.
Ashkii looked out the window to the blue light slowly fading. 'I think something's happened at the bank sir' Ashkii replied.
The sheriff shook his head as he removed his reading glasses, placing them down beside the papers.
'And just what is it you think happened at the bank? And Ashkii I don't want to hear about one of your stupid legends got it!' The sheriff replied.
Ever since he moved to Flagstaff Ashkii had always been a man of few words, but as most of the town knew those few words always consisted of a legend of some sort.
'A blue light appeared just outside it sir and with the strange happenings, I'm sure it's worth a look' Ashkii replied.
The sheriff nodded, as he got to his feet. 'Alright, let's go and have a look see.' He said, even though he thought the whole idea was a waste of time. Before heading out the sheriff grabbed his hat and then proceeded out the door.
It was nearly dark outside when Ashkii and the Sheriff headed down the steps. They were silent as they walked toward the bank, silence that was only broken by the sound of boots running on the gravel street.
'What's with the running Randall?' The Sheriff asked, as the thin man stopped beside him.
'The gold ... gone all ... gone' He replied, as he gasped for each word.
'What do you mean gone? Gold and copper don't just get up and walk away' The Sheriff asked.
Randall took another deep breath before replying. 'I had just finished lock'in up right, then I started to head home and that's when I saw this strange blue light com'in from the bank' Randall said, trembling as he glanced toward the bank.
'It's the sky people.' Ashkii said, quietly as though he was talking to himself.