A teenaged ThunderCloud, excommunicated from his Cherokee people, survives in a world full of strangers and learns to handle responsibility as a man. On his journey home to make amends, he gathers a renegade gaggle of odd experiences and people.
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Thundercloud journeyed back toward the reservation from where he had been excommunicated. Having driven for many hours, bumbling along on back roads and grass paths in the old jeep he had bartered for from a young Amish friend who could not be seen owning anything mechanical, he stopped and fell asleep with his head pressed against the steering wheel...
What happened next became a harrowing struggle of life or death with either an apparition straight out of his imagination - a nightmare - or something all too real!
Over-tiredness can get the best of us, but we have to persist in the name of survival anyway.
In his defense, he invoked a Cherokee prayer that his grandfather taught him a long time ago. It was a plea/prayer for the aid of the Spirits of the Skies in time of great danger, sacred lore for use only in the most desperate of times. And it worked! He warded off the sexual images she was putting out for him to view and get turned on to her. The alien temptress had stripped off her boots and begun to work off the suit slowly, like a strip-tease artist. Her green aura darkened the more her heat rose, but he found the strength to ignore her the more he continued his chant. One of his gods heard him and appeared to him only: The god of fire taught him how to put out her flame, reminding his pupil that the only way to fight a fire was with fire. He also showed him how to increase the depth of his counter-intention toward her evil plan for him. His answer was so simple: “To win, you have to name your goal. You must want to move, act, and think—in essence, “be” her. You must act better and faster; and, thus, gain the advantage. “You must match her attack perfectly if you would fully disarm her weapons and defeat her fierce opposition to your survival.” He added, “You must goad her into attacking you with her flame first because the moment of an enemies’ best chance to strike a mortal blow on you is also their moment of greatest vulnerability. In that critical moment, you can, and you must defeat her!” TC thanked the god of fire, who departed immediately. Putting his plan into action, he decided what would be, and then he started taunting the Alien. “You know, I’ve seen better bodies than yours. Yeah, several squaws I knew were knockouts compared to you,” he said, smiling broadly and mustering up all the bravado that he could. She was shocked. TC’s words stopped her in her tracks. Off-balance now, she had prepared to peel off the last of her coverings. He repeated his taunt: “You heard me. You ain’t the greatest…” He retorted, “I’ve seen better… hell, I’ve had way better!” He laughed. That really pissed her off! Her rage got the best of her. And it was funny to see because he was laughing at her and she had to mirror him. Her eyes changed hues from green to shades of red to an amber-yellow, but she still smiled. She started to pull her suit back on, of course, because he was acting out those exact actions! At last, she let fly the zipper up the front. With her suit fully on, she tugged on her boots. “You’ve had it, Earthling, I’m through playing with you!”