No Reservation

Sam’s face took on a grimace. He didn’t want to return to the reservation. He was not like the others. His life, he wished to extend beyond the boundaries of the reservation.

Perhaps he should tell his grandfather what he had found. Maybe grandfather would allow Sam to be in charge of the area, to seek out the other caves.

He knew she was a King. Sam even knew which one. Everyone who worked with horses knew of Rainey King. The tabloids caused her legend to grow with each new competition.

Sam rubbed his chin, then pulled a small card from the pocket inside his vest. The card had his name and cell phone number. Underneath the name, it identified Sam as a Geologist.

“I’ll tell you what,” Sam offered. “I will work for the Kings during the week for the ability to camp in this ravine on weekends.”

He stood, awaiting for her answer, hair blowing in the breeze. Tall and proud.