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Shawnee Ritual 2

“I’m not afraid to die. My only wish now is to rescue Mishawaka, your daughter. I’ll sing my own death song with gladness in my heart and travel with the great elk to meet the Creator if that is my path.”

Chief Elkhart walked nearer, holding the spear above his head. “But this is your path! Would you have it changed? What if I killed you now to please the guardian spirit?”

“I can only tell you what I know to be the truth. I have loved Mishawaka from the start. She is the reason I’ve stayed here and lived among you. When we’re apart or in lonely places, I can feel her with me and I give thanks to the Great Spirit for bringing us together.”

“You were not born Shawnee, but you live among us like a brother,” Chief Elkhart said, gripping the spear in his right hand, the sharp point level with Deadshot’s head.

Thaway stepped into the circle and placed the pot of burning sage into the fire. The flames from the torches blinked in and out and a rustling sound came from the woods behind them.

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