by Larry Hunt
PARTURE’ and ‘ARRIVAL’ gauges he turned to the assembled group and said, “Everything’s working... in five minutes we are leaving. Get Red Wolf and Long Rabbit out the hatch and back to the ground. I don’t believe Washington is ready for these guys... well actually I don’t believe these guys are ready for Washington. Anhur you... whoa!!” Looking around the inside of Pegasus, “Where is Anhur?”
Anhur was gone.
“Grandpa,” said Olive Marie, “it appears the master computer has been reset, try removing Red Wolf’s golden amulet from the console and determine if Pegasus will still operate correctly. If so, please let’s give the golden disk back to Red Wolf by rights it is his. It has been passed down at least five or six generations within his tribe.”
Handing the golden object to Ekapitu Tseena, Olive Marie asked Long Rabbit to translate, “This is a token of friendship between you and I. Give it to your son and he to his son and he to his son and let them wear it for as long as the grass shall grow and the rivers flow. Every time you touch it remember me – I am from the future, but we will be friends always.”
Descending the ladder to the ground Red Wolf and Long Rabbit quickly walked away from Pegasus. They stopped and watched in amazement as the winds began to swirl and the static electricity began to crackle. The melodious notes from the bagpipe’s rendition of Amazing Grace filled the surrounding air of the ancient cow pasture, which utterly astounded the two Indians. Even the Indians in the encampment stopped and were amazed at the beautiful sound as the pipes resonated through the trees and across the water of the pond.
In a few seconds, Pegasus disappeared into nothingness. Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of blue light that temporarily blinded the two Indians. The two Comanches stood silent and gazed at each other trying somehow to understand what they had just witnessed. Long Rabbit rubbed his eyes, but Red Wolf gently rubbed the round golden object hanging on his neck suspended by the rawhide cord. Looking at the object in his hand, he recognized the man’s head, the lion, the bull and the eagle. It was his beautiful golden disc.
If Red Wolf had not been admiring his neck ornament as he walked back to his encampment, he could have looked into the nearby bushes and saw partially hidden behind the branches two large, black, almond shaped eyes. Underneath the eyes were the edges of a slight smile on the upturned corners of his mouth.
The time was 7:30 p.m., Wednesday December 7, 1812.
