In the darkness and dense nothing, Lynn put her hand to her face but she could not even see her palm.
"Not again!" She felt her body and became instantly aware of her nakedness. "Why does that keep happening?" Her feet were bare as she shuffled a foot over the ground slowly. It seemed to be sand, dirt and gravel mixed. A dry sandy crust surface broke when her weight pressed toward the ground.
"At least this time there is a ground." She scoffed.
Lynn looked upward for the stars. 'If there is dirt then perhaps there are stars,' she thought. But there were none.
Lynn saw a small light move in the far distance. She pulled her hair back more for habit than to see as she peered harder. The light seem to flicker as it became clear, it was coming her way. She slowly allowed a foot to feel for a step toward the light, then another.
The light grew and it became more apparent that a person with a torch was coming down a tunnel towards her. She folded her arms and curled into her self to hide her nakedness as a very big man approached. The torch swung with his walking sway. A huge hand wrapped around the torch with a very muscular forearm. A thin strap of leather tied around his bulging biceps. Two small feathers dangled and sailed and jerked around from his movements.
He was several yards away. Lynn could now tell he was a 'handsome' Indian brave with two lines painted on his face. A green line on the left side of his face and a white striped line on the right. He came to a full stop and Lynn turned slightly attempting to shield her naked body.
Lynn smiled as she glanced at his buckskin waist cover. "I'm dreaming and your Tarzan," she said as she was now certain she was dreaming. His braids lay over his big brawn shoulders with two feathers that hung from his left braid.
The Indian held the torch high as he reached to his hip. He pulled out a ten-dollar bill and offered it to Lynn.
"I am not a prostitute if that's..." The Indian reached and stuck it in Lynn's palm. "Sorry Buddy, wrong girl," Lynn tossed the bill back at him and he caught it. The large man reached and grabbed Lynn's wrist and she jerked and pulled backwards. Pulling her hand free she stepped back from the torch as he turned towards her again.
He quickly unsheathed his knife, pulling it up and drew it back behind him as if to throw it. Lynn's eye's got wide as she started to turn and run. 'Is he aiming at me?' She thought, Lynn's feet twisted as she tried to spin away. She fell and reached her arms outward to catch herself.
As she was pulled to the earth by gravity, she saw something. A big ... spider, looking her right in the face! She screamed loudly. The knife sailed through the air spinning, sticking into the large spider. A loud death shrill came from the creature. It scampered and jerked it's multiple legs. Lashing aimlessly brushing up against Lynn and lay dying with very slow movements. Lynn shrilled a yell and then ... fainted.
"Like a fly that has flown without caution. Caught in the spider's web. We learn from this, to be cautious of where we go to quickly and put more thought into where we are going to end up. Problem is, most are to deeply tangled in their own webs of life to learn from a fly. There-fore they are easily caught." The old Indian woman from the Indian Reservation station looked up at Lynn. Smiling, as she poked a long stick into a crackling fire and drew a puff off of her long stem pipe.
Same clothes, same smile, and both braids still lay across her front. "Hi," Lynn said lightly and almost relieved to see a fire lit face, smiling.
Lynn looked at the warm fire then at her self. She was wrapped in a colorful, heavily woven, Indian blanket.
A spider crawled across the sand. Lit by the bright fire, Little Breeze put her long stick on Lynn's side and the spider went away from Lynn. Who was petrified but didn't say a word. The spider crawled onto its web that was strung between some boulders.
"Spiders are afraid of you, too. That is the only reason they would bite. You are to big for a meal." Little breeze smiled as they both watched the spider, expanding its web.
Lynn gripped her wrap's edges and pulled the blanket tighter. "Where am I?" Lynn asked. She looked up at the old woman, "Who are you?" Lynn felt her nakedness and molded into the blanket.
"I am called 'Little Breeze' and this is Chief Two Feathers and you... are here." Little breeze nodded towards the Indian that sat in the dark shaking some sort of snake rattle and chanting. "Ya, aya ya yeh yeh!"
Lynn tightened her grip on the blanket at her neck. Little breeze sounded wise but poked at the fire like a little girl at play. Rolling red-hot coals with her long branch while the fire crackled and flickered. The stick caught on fire and the old woman raised it to her face and used it to puff on her pipe again. The charred limb held a small flame of fire as slivers of smoke arose from the burning wood. Little Breeze let out a long smoke filled exhale.
