Chapter 55
Written in Dust
Dylan New Eagle sees the handsome man more frequently as he grows into manhood, and then old age.
"Look at how much speed this baby can get up to!" a friend from his youth exclaims. He lovingly caresses a bright yellow motorcycle impulsively bought on a whim.
The long haired teen frowns. "What about a helmet? Or some pads?"
His friend scoffs as he starts the motor. "In Arizona with this heat?! Are you nuts? C'mon, do you want to join me?"
The mysterious figure shakes his head slightly a few paces behind the rumbling machine.
"I think I'm good," Dylan whispers.
A grin and shrug, "You snooze, you lose." The young man takes off with a roar.
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Alice Codette has had an on again, off again relationship with her boyfriend for the past twenty years.
"Are you sure about this, Alice?" Dylan's mother counsels the older woman, as Dylan writes notes on the kitchen table.
"Oh absolutely," she gushes. "Mark said he got a job in the big city, and he'll finally put a ring on my finger!"
Dylan's mother frowns. "He stopped drinking?"
The cheerful woman brushes off the remark. "Mark hasn't touched a drop since he announced the big news."
His mother doesn't say a word, but Dylan knows the men of the tribe aren't always the best. A lack of education and job prospects, with an abundance of alcohol made for the worst of encounters. Every time someone escaped to the city though, that was a hopeful beacon that they could escape the cycle of violence. Dylan prays Alice wouldn't fall into the same situation.
The sight of the man walking past his window makes his heart plummet.
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Despite Henry Moskowitz's intentions, the Navejo burial site is unearthed and exhumed to the public.
"It was the only way to stop the government from filling it up with concrete for the highway addition."
Now the bullets and tiny moccasins are displayed through glass. The haunting memories are known far and wide.
"It shouldn't be a secret, talked about only in whispers among the elders," the tribe members claim. "They should know what was done to our people."
Dylan agrees. Now, as an old man, he understood the mindset of the previous elders who were so adamant on preserving this precious part of their history. The tacky tourists, and eager historians caused havoc in the area, but the truth needed to be told to every corner of the world.
He has given interviews as one of the original discoverers of the priceless relics. It was good to see Henry again, the Jewish man's attempt at a mustache paled in relation to his Zayde's.
Dylan New Eagle is towards the end of his life now, surrounded by his children and grandchildren by his bedside on the Reservation. He could see the improvements being done, and he hoped that the next generation could continue the fight.
He would not be there to guide them anymore.
A strong hand takes his. The man with long dusky blonde hair and a warm smile, no longer in the corner of his vision, guides Dylan to the afterlife as an old friend.
This episode was a gut punch, especially with what happened with the grandfather, and the tiny baby moccasin shoes. I liked the mystical side of how Dylan could see Andrew and based my story off of it. Of course it's also is based off of Harry Potter's Three Brothers story. I dislike the episode's ending with everyone just covering up the history of the massacre. As usual all of the acting was great.