Part One

It was a hot day on the reservation that day in June. There was a slight breeze that blew across the almost treeless landscape that had a soothing effect on the skin. Swirls of heat could be seen rising up from the bleak landscape of broken, dry ground. Omwah hated days like these. He was the only kid for miles around. His isolation was due to his parents stubborn ways. They were determined to farm the land on this Indian reservation just like their ancestors had. Sometimes he wished he had a little brother, even if they could be annoying. Summer was supposed to be a fun time, being away from school and everything, but in a place so far away from anything fun soon ran out. It was with great joy that he heard his parents tell him it was time to go to town for supplies. Finally, something to break this overwelming monotony, the eager boy thought.

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