This story is based on wanting to ask a question and needing to know why in all the spirit of fairness the American people feel they have towards the human rights of other's they seemed to forget to have the same for the original landlords of this great county we live in?
The two men sat a ways back from the mouth of the cave, deeper in the shadows created by the small fire burning several yards from the opening; just far enough for the smoke not to be a problem yet close enough for the fire’s heat to still be able to do some good on a cold stormy night.
So this is it one of ‘em thought; the end of the road for a couple of lucky guy’s like us, just a sitting here thinking back on it all is the only thing they really had right now to show for any of it because there really wasn’t much else they could do; it almost seems more like something they dreamed more then anything else (did any of it actually happen?) yet the odds on two people having the very same dream has to be as much as the odd of them pulling this last job off or most of the things that followed; at one point it was even debatable if either of them would live to be able to even so much as say anything concerning it ever happening, other’s knowledge of their involvement in what’s being considered the biggest thief of priceless art ever known to accrue without the help of a world at war such as when the Nazi’s took over most of Europe.
They had gotten away with it without harming a single person physically, (well not too much at least) both had taken quite a bit of punishment though from nature as well as from various violent groups (both law enforcement and otherwise) of people to get here to be just sitting together looking out into the storming night sky’s; they had barely made it here in time before the fury of the storm became what it is presently, the people trying to capture them were nothing compared to this storm, there wasn’t none of that ‘pick a number and get in line’ shit either, (it’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature) nature seemed to be after them as well, serving up one of the best ass-whipping they ever had.
Nature had her way with them something brutal (even seemed to be doing so joyously as if to punish them for what they done) while at the same time assisting in their escape.
At one point the people presently pursuing them had the two men penned down momentarily firing away with nonlethal ammo as they moved in to take them captive, this was the situation occurring as they fled all the way from Paris to this wilderness somewhere in America, it’s now in progress far from anyone else’s eye’s after one of the two had already taken a few hits to his leg earlier that day by an entirely different group making things more difficult because now it’s not clear to the two fleeing if these people are the law or not, both know it’s best to keep moving deeper into the wilderness if there’s any chance at all of avoiding capture, then nature stepped in with all her fury unleashing a punishing assault that had the gunmen’s shooting blindly by a sudden burst of lighting followed by a the loudest blast of thunder anyone around these parts has ever heard before accompanied by a blinding punishing rain mixed with golf ball size hail hurled by gale force winds.
The pursuers had only a small chance to each get a couple rounds of good shots off for a few seconds before nature put ‘em on the run for their lives as well.
There’s still six of ‘em left of the nine who started after them once out of the airport, back there Dancing Bear sent one of ‘em to meet his maker; while nature’s at this very moment sending on two more with lightening striking their guns as if she’s actually helping level the playing field.
The two men fleeing managed to make it here where they have a slight advantage because they know the area much better than those unfortunate guys that were back there somewhere chasing them had, those guy’s had to find then rely on a local guide who’d be willing to take the job of leading them into this wilderness in hot pursuit of the two friend who knew the area from years of personal experience, yet it gave the two very little if any real advantage in this situation because the later were better equipped and prepared for what they came to do; the two men they hunted hadn’t had a moment to rest.
Tysjohawn had just recently returned from Europe with the flu while his friend Dancing Bear had been shot during their run heat pounding race through the wilderness hoping for the safety of a very secret place they know of if they can only reach it now most of their problem will end, however at the moment none of that other stuff is on they’re mind while they’re out here running for their lives, one’s needing the others assistance but refusing it as the two moved on, deeper into the storm filled wilderness; back to a place where they both know they’d be safe if they can get there, both men know of a secret cave that time itself has forgotten.
They’d just managed to make it to the comfort and safety of the cave mere seconds before the storm took a turn for the worst; one of the two had taken a bullet in the leg just before the blinding burst of lightening, both had been beaten within an inch of their lives by the hail along with torrential rain with wind gusting up to sixty miles an hour hitting them with flying objects from every direction as they fled nearly blind into a storm induced invisible wilderness where seeing anything was nearly impossible; made so by the foliage that surrounded them along with the pure fury of the growing EF5 storm that’s presently going on in the area.
They’re lucky to still be living with nothing worst to show for it than a few bullet holes in one of ‘em along with the brutal beating they both got from the storm.
Here and now there just wasn’t anything else to do for the moment besides sit here near the mouth of the cave reminiscing of better days gone by in this too short of a life they’ve been living.
One of ‘em is still laid low ill’n feeling real sickly from the after effect of just getting over the flu by mostly using whatever the area had to offered found along the grounds or trees and under rocks on the way to getting here; thing’s that were forced into him even though Tysjohawn told him, ‘I’m not putting any of that shit you just picking up along the way inside of me;’ saying this despite the fact Dancing Bear has always said he knew of certain things out here in all this wilderness that could be used as medicine, he knew his Indian friend had such skills to help him, however in his fever sicken state of mind Tysjohawn’s refused to accept it, pointing out how it was impossible to even see that night in the storm, and there’s really no telling what he picked up while we’re out in the woods running for our lives.
Besides it’s not just that about it though, he hasn’t the clearness of mind to tell him that he’s fit to throw-up, not sure at all if it’s more from the odor given off by the discolored bloody mess he’s made of the stuff from his wound bleeding freely over it than anything else that makes him decline mostly, the other man isn’t fully aware of it yet but he has possibly either gangrene and lead poisoning (or both) setting up shop in his left leg; they’d both be trying to be fooling themselves if they even for one moment entertained the thought that it’d be alright later after Bear could have it looked at.
The leg was beyond repair if you asked me Tyjohawn thought as he sat studying his friend in secret silence while focusing his thoughts praying vigorously to his new God for his friends life to be spared, how Bear even managed to get to this cave is amassing if not surely out and out a down right magical miracle in and of itself, it seems the magic stopped there though because the leg appears to be totally ruined now from the gun shots and the punishing effort it took to get here to this cave high up on a cliff.
Bear’s leg looked real bad from the big green area with all the redness with purplish puss forming rapidly crusting up on the surface along with some kind of smelly yellow stuff running from it as the poor excuse of a splint we applied to help hold in place the shattered bones in what’s left of Bear’s right leg has also been added to the abuse from the hard run and brutal climb to reach the safety of the cave.
Something still seems to be very wrong with it Tysjohawn notices even after finally managing to painfully dig out the only bullet that didn’t pass clean through like the other two from Bear’s leg just seconds before they both finally passed out from too much pain and stress mixed with a very unhealthy dose of dehydration caused by pure exhaustion from the pace their lives been going ever since fleeing from Europe ASAP.
Dancing Bear awoke first later that night; attended to his wounds before fixing something up from the things he picked up along the way here, he prepared it for his friend’s illness even though he expressed his distrust of using such a thing; Bear is forcing it into him despite any effort on his weak ass part to stop his huge Indian friend, afterwards he feed him the bugs he discovered by first mixing them with some of the medicine then forced it into Tysjohawn as well, afterwards waited until he fell back to sleep before tending to his own needs.
Dancing Bear was just about to lay back down when he thought someone had called out to him from the direction of the tunnel leading deeper down into the cave, he had just dismissed it when he heard it again but this time what he heard was done so in his mind which is nothing new to him because his Ancestors have done so before while he was in this cave, they told him he’d found a scared secret place known as the caves of the dead.
This wasn’t anything like that though; this was an ancient evil presence that he felt along with the voice in his mind from something that shouldn’t be here in his thoughts or this cave of his Ancestors; it sank it’s claws deeply into Dancing Bears spirit viciously ceasing control of his mind and body, forcing him to start walking without any light to aid him towards the narrow dangerously crumbling ledge of the pitch black tunnel leading deep below, he walked into the blinding darkness without hesitation even though in the back of his mind where he struggled with every once of his being against the thing that entered his mind violently taking control of it as it beckoned to him from the darkness where one miss placed step could send him plunging to his death.
It’s the last thing he recalls before he awakens again in the same spot he normally sleeps in wondering now about it all even as the memory of it began to fade; he’s confused because he believes his Ancestor’s will protect him against anything of a unnatural nature, looking back briefly on it all as if it must have been no more than a dream; he can’t really tell before all thoughts of the memory fade completely, had it all been nothing more than a bad dream?
They had slept for nearly a whole two days without any further incident before either one waking up again even though they wish they hadn’t just yet, however at some point they started feeling as though everything would turn out alright again for the two of them, days of being forced by Bear to swallow the foul tasting concoction he made from herbs, roots and insects turned into weeks that started to seem like months had gone by, they’d been this way for so long now neither had a clue about how long this has gone on; the loss of time may have gone on unrecorded in essence yet not overlooked entirely in it’s passage; forever was how it seemed to the one not dying the fastest, however neither were anywhere near ready to go yet, in fact one planed to cheat death one more time in his life; when he could he’d climb down from here and get the medical help his friend needs even though it’s very doubtful about the leg being saved, his friend could just as easily die from lack of medical attention.
Those were his thoughts as he starting to feel better even though he’s still far from being out of the woods yet, Tysjohawn painfully removed himself from where he lay for the pass few days painfully recovering while he still seriously thinking he’s dying (or Bear’s going to kill him with that shit he’s forcing him to take even though he actually know his friends efforts are paying off) and miserably walked as far as he could to force himself to sit up for the first time near the mouth of the cave silently staring with blank empty eyes off into the early evening sky beside what used to be his closest friend before they returned to the cave this time once things got too hot for them after their botched plan.
Both men neither spoke or acknowledged the others presence as they just sat there while they stared far off in the distant beneath the violently storming sky as if it might be some giant-ass porn video or something other than what it is they’re actually viewing, it’s an EF5 storm that seemed only where they were while far off the light of a setting sun is fading slowly as if it’s in another world far, far away from here that mostly only existed in their minds where it teased them with fonder memories of all the warm comfort it could offer in another life away from here in another part of the world, a place where thing’s were different even though the suns warmth and comfort is no longer being made available to the like’s of them after what they done then ran off to stay hidden in a place like this to escape the law and punishment for what they did, it’s as if everything decided; ‘It serves them right for what they did,’ that’s what the sun and the whole world seemed to be saying as the thunderstorm that’s now a EF5 tornado met them the moment they arrived in America at the newly named Ronald Ragan airport, large black thunderclouds rolled in as if following them there from Europe to join in on what’s now being called one of the world’s biggest collection of international police agencies ever cooperating with each other fully in the biggest manhunt in history, that’s what followed them here before the two men lost those who followed in the fury of the storm.
The storm the day of their arrival sprung up from out of nowhere actually aiding in the getaway, however what seemed to be a blessing at first is now refusing to leave or allowing them to either; climbing down from the cave was impossible under such conditions, they’d barely made it up the cliff to it entrance managing to make it to the safety that it offered from the storm and the law as well just mere seconds before the storm unleashed it full fury, yet once inside it is when they started having an unexplainable fear that felt like something had drawn them into it with no intention of ever allowing them to leave; it’s as if once they entered the cave it became something no longer on earth, it had somehow seemed to transported to some strange and distant place, what else could explain for the weather going on outside of it like this for so long?
The rains been falling across what’s suppose to be the Navaho plains and prairies far longer than either of the two men could ever remember happening in the short span of living they’d done; making what both thought of it being so now as different as in the way they looked at it as the two men’s life were, Tysjohawn’s felt it all seems more like a dream in which they’d been transported to another realm; to one of them though it was not like a dream at all in any way, Dancing Bear felt they’d been here before as someone else in another life where thing’s had been very different than the true reality of the life he’s been living all this time, there were also the “Others” now within him filled with thoughts and feelings of their own even though their time on this earth had ended long ago.
The spirits of his Ancestors now dwelled within the young Indians mind thinking only of the revenge they’d take upon those who’ve defiled and destroyed their homelands.
While the thoughts of the other man besides him were mostly on other things far away in another part of the world, in a place where the rain knew when enough is enough or got punished by the summer sun for any disrespect.
Dancing Bear sat for a while longer than moved away where he continued to act as if he’s still the same person he was before coming here this time; things were different here now, something evil awaited his return this time, entering him as the two men entered the cave.
It’s in him now Tysjohawn thought as he watched his friend from the corner where he sat deep in the shadows where the light of the fire couldn’t reach, speaking out of the darkness as the ever changing flames from the campfire sends monstrous looking images dancing along the wall of the cave as if wild unearthly things are now being set loose by sudden random gusts of wind finding them lurking in the shadows than as the light catches them sending these hungry demons running downward through the tunnels deep into the shadow below where the dead should be laying resting instead of up here in a struggle for the soul of this young Indian man-child as he sits unaware of the battle for his immortal soul, his face betrays none of this as a gust from the rain filled breeze blows savagely across his face.
It’s at this exact moment Tysjohawn catches a glimpse of what sits here besides him when the light of the flames races over his friends face as if not wanting to be on it long enough to really show what’s entered Dancing Bear now as he sits staring from the darkness of the cave out into the storming sky far off in the distant at the setting sun , something that doesn’t belong on this earth is now sitting besides Tysjohawn in the cave of the dead, he doesn’t know it yet but it’s a demon living in his friends body that feeds on despair and fear in others; it sitting there in the shadows with eager hungry eyes that shin dimly in the darkness with an ancient evil red glow blazing deeply in his eyes as if the very fires of Hell burned within their depths.
Bear takes one look at his friend with these blank smoldering eyes, knowing all along that a demon has entered him, thinking his friend’s not Native American which to him means he knows nothing of this being so, not realizing Tysjohawn is aware of the change in things on a totally different level, he fully understands that his friend is no long here with him now and that this thing inside of him is an ancient evil demon that not too bright if it thinks he doesn’t know Dancing Bear has left the building again.
The demon inside Dancing Bear had other thing on it’s hosts mind, what’s going on around it at present means nothing to it, the forces responsible for it’s existent here in this other world is so powerful that it can think of no reason for concern of any kind other than to please it’s master, it really neither knows nor care about any of that as it stares hungrily at Tysjohawn from behind his friends eyes, hungrily wanting to rip him apart even while Dancing Bear Ancestors struggle valiantly to keep the demon from gaining total control of the young warrior who’s come to this cave of the dead to save them from the hands of the American Government.
Tysjohawn’s aware of it all now on another level of existence brought on by his contact with a Godly Being that’s not visible to his friend’s human eyes but can be seen very clearly by the demon through those eyes;
Dancing Bear’s voice sounds cheerful as it jokingly speaks out from deep within him in an effort to reassure his friend that he’s still here with him inside this thing that’s taken over, he hanging on, still trying to fight it off even after all that’s happened in the pass week to him personally from this struggle being waged within him; even now he still jokes hoping it’ll help change Tysjohawn’s sour mood about it all while he silently prays to his Ancestors and God to protect him from this thing that’s taken residency in his soul; ‘these bugs and stuff ain’t all that bad after a while, I mean, it’s nothing I’d wann’a do on a regular bases like you know a Big-Mac or something, right, but;’… Bear you need to just shut up and eat that shit you sucker, they’ll taste like shit to me no matter how you put it, then he drop his head smiling; Dancing Bear could see his friends smile despite what he said and how it sounded as he said it, this wasn’t the first time they’d been forced to run for their young lives falling back to the “Hideout” holding up here in this cave, and if God be willing it won’t be their last; he knew there was still hope if he could still smile after what they’d been through to just to arrive at this place in time.
Tysjohawn found that if he tried hard enough he could still recall the taste of his last good meal; it was while they were still in Paris at La Chez having dinner with Joliet after her shift ended, they didn’t know it then that it’d be the last meal the two men would eat in peace together for a long time to come just before later that night they crossed the point of no return, now his life has come to this; the memories of the moment filled him with hunger for there return to his life, here and now though his bugs remained forgotten (until Bear not wanting to see good food go to waste ate them as always), walking around freely in the small enclosure used to help make them a part of the daily meal that night; even though he knew his friend was right and only joking trying to make light of the matter by take his mind off the reason they’re here like this in the first place; Dancing Bear had started making plans for this moment if it came months ago and also told him to start bringing food and medicine here months ago in the event the job went bad on them.
He should have listen to what Bear said earlier many month ago when the matter first came up and this was considered by him then as one of the options available if we fail to accomplish the job, actually it was here where it all began, the isolation they both needed to do what they were so good at doing could only exist out here in the vast and untamable wilderness, the land of Dancing Bear’s Ancestors.
The hidden cave is so deep within a craves on a cliff too dangerous to be on that very few people have ever felt a need to risk being on it; fewer are the number of people that’s not of very old Navaho Ancestry actually ever knew of it’s existent in any way because most scared burial grounds were kept secret, it was once used by the Navaho people long ago as a scared burial place for great Navaho Chief’s and warriors whom proved themselves on the field of battle or lead their people wisely.
Depending on who tells you what if anything about it’s existent is mostly attributed to the curse some say is a part of the cave or even the mention of it in any way, thing’s have been said to happen to those who talk about the cave making it so most Indians won’t respond to any mentioning of it at all.
We’d come to this cursed cave as just two over active kids playing together for the summer while Dancing Bear’s father and Tysjohawn’s grandfather spent almost every year around this time out here fishing ever since Dancing Bear could remember, we’d all come here just to be hiking, hunting and camping together while fishing most of the day, the two older friends talking very little to each other as if everyone’s friendship was on a telepathic level that made actually speaking to each other not needed.
Once out of range of the adults hearing though the two boys couldn’t seem to stop talking, both doing as much as they could at the same time nearly every moment the two were off by themselves, how either really knew anything about what the other said was actually as amassing as everyone seeming to be able to be telepathically in communication with each other at the campsite, nobody thought nothing of it because out here thing’s are different, this is a wilderness far away from everything the two family live with in their daily life’s, it’s a place filled with God’s beauty in what he made it to forever be, nothing should ever be changed here by the hands of mankind, it’s a place the two boys could just be boys.
Funny how these thoughts found there way into his pain filled mind even now as Dancing Baer lay here dying in this now haunted hidden sacred cave of the dead, they came here now to die it seemed most likely than not, once though thing’s were at risk of being destroyed out here in this quiet peaceful wilderness, thing’s were different then, and thing’s ere definitely much more different now when they came here this time, for one there’s something else here other than the usual spooky stuff one thinks of in such a place as this cave for the dead; it’s become haunted now, filled with something very old and evil that wants free of this cave but held here from leaving by Dancing Bear’s Ancestors.
Before the two men mostly came here to do the one thing both men loved to do more than anything else either could think of; it was always here where they started painting the Masterpieces, they were both aware of the curse attached to the cave which was no more than just one more meaningless thing to them back then, now that curse seems as real as the rain that continues to fall; here and now thoughts and memories of that curse played heavily on their minds as the two men both seem to know one of them may never make it back out of here alive.
Duplicating Masterpieces wasn’t something you did just any old where, you needed the wide open space of someplace people couldn’t disturb you or find the thing’s you’ve taken over the years as you replaced so many original rare famous Masterpieces with the work of art created by Tysjohawn and this guy next to him as they’re forced to stay in this hidden place safe from what happened back in that other part of the world he still long to be a part of, even now knowing such a thing could be a very briefly painful and deadly existent.
Had he only listened then more closely to his friend perhaps he wouldn’t be having these thoughts and feelings here and now.
‘It is what it is’ Tysjohawn thought and said all at once as he surprised himself and Dancing Bear by scooping up his bugs this time popping them into his mouth without a second thought biting down sending bug juice running from the corner of his mouth while he’s even actually eating them this time as he walked away from the mouth of the cave no longer interested in the beauty of it all of being in a timeless place of easy quiet where not much of anything here could bring you any harm, (at least not the kind like they got after them.. Blah, blah, blah) he wasn’t feeling too much of that right now though, what he’s feeling now about this place is very different; it’s as if something has shifted somehow and they’re in a different place and time in the cave other than still on this earth in the present time as he knows it, and what’s in here now with them is far worst then whatever await them outside of this cave, what’s in here will take more then just their lives.
Dancing Bear warned of how not only the sprites of his Ancestors could look upon what they did here now as a form of defiling a sacred place of the Navaho People, such places were said to be cursed by his own people who now would probably not approve of it much either as long as they would get a share of what it brought, along with certain members of the US law enforcement agencies or those abroad for that matter.
His big Indian friend had always made this place a mystery filled with power and dignity for those who dwell here for eternity can be at peace in the land they so loved; it all sound so good and filled with these great wonders; thing is to Tysjohawn it was nothing of the such, it was the “hideout;” sure that stuff about it being a place of beauty is real good stuff and all but there’s also something here that don’t seem right in a way I can say nor can he.
Something else is here now that didn’t seem like it should be a part of such a place as this; it’s as if there’s some ancient evil curse taking up house in a scared place of the dead, a place overlooking the hidden burial of the Navaho People of the plains.
It was always here the two of them came (alone or together) after it was all said and done no matter how it turned out after the jobs or just when either wanted to be there for whatever reason, to them it’s like Superman’s home in Antarctica; they’d make it clear of all that their private life’s are about at any given moment to make it back here deep inside a cave along a high cliff on Navaho land in a place where the sun use to meet you every day like it had some sense, not like here and now somewhere that makes it feel like it never seems to shine much at all.
They’d lived a good part of their lives here in a way most people could only imagine, the fact that they had to remove themselves from it now or one may possible die didn’t matter very much to either of them, this was like a place Superman goes to like the home he made for just himself, he couldn’t even recall the name of the place even though he can still easily remember the moments of their life that caused those thoughts to become memories from a time of learning and the pure beauty of it all living like this in a hidden place times forgotten.
They were both safe from any future harm for the moment, but his young warrior friend beside him who brought him to this sacred place of quiet beauty is now wounded, perhaps even dying from the lack of medical treatment not found in places such as this one times forgotten.
The two of them were no stranger to being in a tight spot or two in their too short of a life that seemed to be close to it’s end; they’d made it through then and they’d make it through now, yet somehow thing’s didn’t still feel as it once did back, then whenever they’d come here injured or just down in sprite, this place could always change whatever the matter was for the better because it was sacred which also made it magical to the Navaho People of the plains and prairies; now something else is here too, this thing has the feel of something that doesn’t belong in life as we know of it.
What they felt about this had a way of being something totally different in every way except one they both could strongly agree on even though not much else in life was like this with these two, one was bound by the teaching of his people while the other was taught no less by the only one person he ever knew to really pay him any real attention, there was no long standing tradition of a people who’s past down the followings and the teaching of the past in a place time forgotten; Tysjohawn was from Omaha Nebraska and spent a good part of his life with his grandfather who helped him learn to paint while Dancing Bear was born and raised mostly on Indian land before his father took him to live out in the wilderness where he would learn of a trust that had been past down in his family for generations, the knowledge of the cave and the secret of what it really holds is only known in his family alone who are the guardians of this scared place.
Hold yourself still for a moment young-un and let me tell you something; what you think you know hasn’t been really tested yet, you just got it all in your thick-ass head that you be knowing enough by now to help you get what you want from living; yeah I want you to just sit there making sure you be listening good because I’m only going to say this once so you best be paying close attention before the time comes when what you thinking you know gets tested and you don’t be ready to answer it right.
Life’s not what you think it is, the same goes for us all; the one moment when you be thinking you got it kind of figured out things change up from that making you have to start figuring differently about it all mostly all over again; you see we all doing much the same at the same time which means most of us are naturally going be just plain wrong about it all a good part of the time, or most of what we think we know about it.
Life’s going to be different for us all in our own way, maybe what you thinking about it at the moment’s right enough for now to get you by just like most of us do regardless of being right or wrong about how we be seeing things at time, but I can tell you one thing about life that’s always going to be the same truth each time you hear it, which is just this; “life’s full of the unexpected” which is the only thing you really need to be thinking about it, it’s the unexpected things about life that get you every time; for instance lets say you be minding your own business just as fine as can be when from out of nowhere a plane fall’s on your head; sure you’re probably thinking it’s not likely yet when they fall they can just as easily fall on your head as anywhere else they want not really caring much one way or the other about what you think of the chances of it happening, what I’m saying is things can get out of control like that when you least be thinking about anything like it just the same; do you see what I’m saying?
I looked at my grandpa like he’d really lost what little he had left of what folks use to say about him being too smart for his own good, back in the day’s he was one of the sharpest hustler to ever walk the streets of Omaha, (so I heard people say;) which I know to be a fact because he taught me mostly everything I know about just about anything; me and schools just never seemed to get along too good so most of the time I’d be kicked out for up to as much as a up to a year to a few years at a time every time they did.
They gave me a choice of a chance once to go back to one or face being locked up if I didn’t, so when they did so (which wasn’t very often before) it wasn’t long before I figured I’d learned more at home with gramp’s then anywhere else so what’s the point in going at all, plus being here with him has really helped to make me become the artist I am today.
I’m still just a kid all of 16 years old who’s sold more old Masterpieces than anyone can imagine.
Together we’ve done all right selling painting, but what folks don’t know is my gramp’s faked more Masterpieces then probably anyone else in the country, (maybe even in the whole world) and those who know he does it for a living won’t tell and don’t much care if they happen to get one of his every now and then, they’re worth big money even though some know he’s the one who painted what they got that’s not the real deal like they were lead to believe, he makes them think it’s a “hot work of art” (praying on the wrongness of others as he’s so fond of saying) which only seems to make them want it even more, then he gives them a good price for it being so and in the end they love it just the same while acting like it’s best hidden and shown off to only a few who could really tell the difference.
If you don’t want to be walking around with a bunch of skid marks all upside your head, locked up tight or dead you’d best be listening to what I’m trying to say now so it won’t be coming to that later down the road, these be a grip of bad folks you’d be better off not knowing on that road in life, you could do better than to follow in my footstep you know, why make a fake when what you got so much more than that in you, it’s a God given pure talent to be great?
I couldn’t of been nothing more then what I am because it’s mostly just my nature to be dishonest, but you; you can be who you are and everything’s only going to get better for you as an artist, you don’t need to be making any fake Masterpieces because you’re a Masterpiece in the making yourself; you just need to find yourself in your work and stop putting it into others work that sold for good money, you’re even now at the age of 16 a better painter than I’ve ever been, just listen to that enter voice then put a fresh canvas in front of you and let it flow, look at the things that give your life meaning and give it back in a way only you can do; that’s what art’s really about son it’s not this shit I do, I copy art while what you do is art itself.
It’s in the way you are Tysjohawn, your father’s no difference, I’m nothing like neither of you even though what you guys got that I don’t start here in me; Mark use to tell me he couldn’t draw faces too good and I’d tell him he could do anything he wants with art if he only changes that thought of himself so he can truly see what there waiting not far from the surface in himself, it took him till going to prison to do it but when he did it broke down the disbelieve he was building in himself by drawing a picture of himself with a pen on cheap paper; that one picture told me all I needed to know about my son Mark, it said; “I looked within myself seriously for the first time in my life and found the man I know a can be,” it took him going to prison before he truly realized what I’d said about it was truth waiting to be found.
Me and his mother’s genes made a beautiful thing in him on the one hand, but on the other was otherwise; she gave him an addictive gene along with other things in his life that wasn’t good for him, but in the end nothing either of us gave him made a difference “we all are who and what we are from what we make of ourselves” nothing coming from others really makes that much of who you are in life because when it gets right down to it it’s by your own choices you become the way you are.
That’s why I’m saying look at what I tell you now and stop thinking you can’t draw faces and keep trying to draw the one you see most of the time in your life, draw yourself son, draw the kind of life you really want to have as well, put those two things together and find out what you can come up with; that’s all I’m really trying to tell you, don’t make yourself a copy of what someone else done because in you is better then any of those things you copy.
I want to be the first to get one of your very own Masterpieces when you get around to it, I’ve seen the kind of work you’re capable of and know greatness is in your reach, but me knowing and you doing something about it to reach it is two different things, you’re the one who has to know it’s there before you can truly see it for yourself and realize how great you can be.
Every yesterday’s gone with nothing anyone can do to change ‘em, you can change the next moment that comes though so you don’t make the mistakes you did before, that’s just plain common sense; don’t get stuck on stupid, move on when you see something you doing not working right, sometimes you just gotta open up the way you thinking in your mind by bringing it out so you get a better look at it, try writing it down figuring it out good, and then let that go.
Back then hearing such things as that from him meant little or nothing to me as I grew into a young man with a taste for the finer things in life than my grandfather allowed himself to have while raising me after going off to become a Masterpiece copier once his final youngest son Kumi left the nest; my Gramps just picked up and left leaving no forwarding address so for many years afterwards no one who knew him heard from him again.
Then one day he just showed back up and started rebuilding his burned down family home his mother left in his care so that any of her grandchildren that need somewhere to fall back to would always have that from her in their lives and the life’s of her yet to come unborn great grandchildren.
Something bad must have happened to make him return to Omaha most folks around here think, but if you asked me I’d say he came back to do the one thing in his life that he enjoyed the most doing even more than art and writing; his real passion was in raising his kids, that’s what I’d say if asked, not many think much of him either way though because everyone knows he stays mostly to himself and doesn’t like it when anyone just drops by to see how he’s doing.
With his grand kids it’s totally different though, one of them can wander in on him and his mood changes into something a little bit better then what most expected from him, I know because there’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for me and Ja`nae we’re more of a reason for him to go on than anything else, we’re his will to live on despite all of his physical and personal pains in his life, and in return we love him with all are heart and there’s nothing we wouldn’t do for him, he’s been the one true “Rock” in the storms of our lives, the thing’s he’s given us in such a short time of us knowing him are truly priceless in terms of the real value of it’s contents as it pertain to our lives is like a miracle, it’s a knowledge that surpasses any ever offered from another source in our life’s, like some timeless treasure he’s a blessing to have to learn from because it’s not only by his words does he teach, it’s also found in his deeds, yet somehow a bigger value seemed to always be placed in his words spoken, which he spoke so softly in that way of his like no one else we’ve ever known has had, what he’d say would ‘sunk-in’ as he’d always say; ‘wait for, wait-somemore, keep-a-waiting-till-it-sunk-in.’
It’d always seems so stupid that we couldn’t keep a straight face for long then he’d act like that’d really upset him even though you could just plan see the smile lurking in his eyes.
Tysjohawn wished his Grandfather was here to help him out now as he looked at Dancing Bear and wondered how he could best help his friend now that things had come to this in their young lives.
Something far more is going on here and now beside them hiding in a Navaho sacred cave from very powerful evil people who want them to work for them or die; there’s something else happening that’s filled with more wrong than what these small minded people are trying to do to them, they’re caught up in a struggle of a demon’s invasion of a place of resting for the dead.
Dancing Bear lay peacefully as though he’s still asleep while the evil thing that’s invaded his ancestor’s final resting place waited for the right moment when it could once again make its present known in the land of the Navaho elders.
It’s come here now in response of all that’s wrong in the world of mankind now from the abuse of those who would destroy a scared place of rest to the people who made this their home here once before the people from a far away land came ending what once had gone on here since times forgotten by the people of the Navaho plains.
Tysjohawn knew the moment Dancing Bear entered the IHRM (Indian Human Rights Movement) it’d be real bad for business, the subway sandwich had started losing taste the moment he saw his friend on his computer being forcibly removed from Navaho land by US Marshals on a Grand Theft warrant mentioning him as one of a persons of interest in a International Art Theft ring, Goggle had the whole thing all over the internet the second it happened as if they’d been tipped off in advance by someone.
This was not good he thought as the sandwich fell forgotten on the desk as he sat down hard with his fingers flying deftly over the keyboard as he zoomed in on what was unfolding right before the worlds eyes as if everyone should be made aware of this happening to his friend at the same moment he finds out about it.
That kind of shit shouldn’t be happening; the only reason why it did though is because of Dancing Bear’s involvement in the Indian Rights Movement, they want to discredit everyone involved in any way they can to shut the Movement down so they can continue to break the Treaties made to protect Indian Land from being altered by the state or anyone who doesn’t have tribal rights to the land.
We probably wouldn’t be in this mess so deeply if not for that one thing more than anything else that had went wrong with the plan, still it helped by preventing the State to reclaim Indian land or continue to develop it’s resources without giving anything back to the Indian’s who’s land rights they’d stolen for all these years, this very area we’re now hiding out in inside a hidden cave that may not have still been hidden if not for Dancing Bear’s efforts and the Movement.
I had no choice but to go along with anything he wanted to do about stopping the people who wanted to totally take over the area forcing the Navaho People to move along like they have done so many times before, if the Government had succeeded in it’s desire to take over total control of all land rights and complete removal of both the Navaho Peoples from the land and all rights to the land this hideout could have possibly been discovered along with all the very old valuable stolen rare artwork hidden deep within it (seemly endless) cavernous and tunnel, it’d take some doing to find the treasures we amassed in the 12 years of our criminal enterprise or the thing’s stored in here by Bear’s Ancestor’s, but under full Government control it would only be a matter of time before everything about the hidden cave was brought to light in some form or another, it’s highly possible that those who are attempting to takeover this area may already