Invisible Enemy

Carries-Her-Water led his pony over the ridge, heart glad with homecoming.

His spirits sank when he looked down at the camp.

Normally the morning would be full of laughter and playful banter as the women worked outside the lodges and the men prepared for hunting or war parties.

Today there was nobody. The lodges seemed to stand vacant.

He reached back and took up his lance, holding at the ready as he approached.

“Hey!” he called out. “It is I, Carries-Her-Water. I have an elk! Come get it and we’ll eat!”

From inside the Medicine Lodge he heard only moaning.

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