You should understand the way it was
back then,
because it is the same
even now.
Long ago it happened
that her husband left
to hunt deer
before dawn.
And then she got up
and went to get water. Early in the morning
she walked to the river when the sun came over
the long red mesa.
He was waiting for her
that morning
in the tamarack and willow
beside the river.
Buffalo Man
in buffalo leggings.
"Are you here already?"
"Yes," he said.
He was smiling.
"Because I came for you."
She looked into the
shallow clear water.
"But where shall I put my water jar?"
"Upside down, right here," he told her,
"on the river bank."
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"You better have a damn good story," her husband said,
"about where you been for the past
10 months and how you explain these
twin baby boys."
"No! That gossip isn't true.
She didn't elope.
She was kidnapped by
that Mexican
at Seama Feast.
You know my daughter
isn't
that kind of girl."
It was
in the summer
of 1967.
T.V. news reported
a kidnapping.
Four Laguna women
and 3 Navajo men
headed north along
the Rio Puerco River
in a red '56 Ford.
And the F.B.I, and
state police were
hot on their trail
of wine bottles and
size 42 panties
hanging in bushes and trees
all along the road.
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