"Sammy do you have a flashlight?” Crying Wolf asked
“Yes sir,” said Sammy.
“Shine it on your face."
Sammy complied and all eyes locked on him, his face pale and
he appeared wrinkled and tired. The campers sat, not talking, listening
as the wind wisped again then died.
Two-hundred feet away a Lumbee Indian called River Lilly, sat
hidden, breathing rhythmically, preparing to beat an Indian Drum and
let out a war cry. Her companion prepared to shoot a flaming arrow
into the fire circle.
“It is important for everyone to close your eyes and remain
seated,” said Crying Wolf.
Out of the dark, from above an arrow flew, flaming.
The drum sounded three beats, River Lilly screamed. The fire ring
exploded in flames.
Two others had joined the circle and were dressed in native costume.
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