![]() Vera, park over there next to Soap and Kiowa. Some people think that he’s at the bottom of the lake. “Mom! You could have been like another Epcot Center! Who owns this place now?” There was no use in trying to add rides and other attractions.” “Well, again, there were no customers after the war. She asked, “Why didn’t Pete expand on his own?” “The land was on the reservation, so it was free, and the two had great plans to build until they met in the middle, forming one big resort.” “Grace, did you know that Howard and Pete started their resorts at the same time?” Maxine asked. He lived, but after that, no one would go in the water.” Then one of them apparently jumped into the water and onto a snake. “On opening day, the swings that hung out over the lake were full of kids. ![]() “I think it was also bad luck,” Vera said from the driver’s seat that she’d beaten Grace to. In the front seat, Pauline was afraid to look at her because she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep from laughing. Scrunched in the back with her feet straddled over a picnic basket, she shared the seat with Maxine and Glory. Sill shrunk to almost nothing,” Grace answered as she sulked because she lost the race to the driver’s seat to Vera. ![]() “I think there wasn’t a need for it after the war. “It looks like it must have been a great place at one time.” “Mom, why did this resort fold?” Glory asked as they neared the picnic grounds in the old deserted resort not far from Pete’s. Soap, a Comanche Indian, is fighting the mob to keep a casino off the reservation. suitable for New Adult and up.Ĭheck out my other books and stories! Janelle Meraz Hooper Note: Geronimo, Life on the Reservation, is a one-man show I wrote for Rudy Ramos (Now on Kevin Costner’s Yellowstone (Paramount Channel). The author, Janelle Meraz Hooper, grew up in Oklahoma and is the author of The Turtle Trilogy (A Three-Turtle Summer, As Brown As I Want, and Custer & His Naked Ladies). And I was–until I got home and mom noticed I’d lost a brand new boot and one of my socks. I was sure glad I hadn’t lost my new sock (not realizing that it would never be white again) and I still had my I LIKE IKE button, so I thought I was in good shape. I clomped into school with one cold, wet and muddy bootless foot that stayed that way all day. About halfway to school I noticed that one of my galoshes was missing and the sock on the bootless foot was as red as the road and was half off. On my way to school the new road looked fine but, when I stepped on it, I sank into thick red clay that was deeper than the tops of my galoshes. I was the only one in my class who had one and it made me the subject of envy among all my classmates. I was glad I had that I LIKE IKE button someone had given me to balance things out. The boots looked dumb and I knew the kids would laugh at me. Everything I wore was too big, even the hand-me-downs from my cousins. She’d bought them several sizes too big so they’d last a long time. Before I went out the door that morning, my mother made me put on my new red galoshes. Then the rains came and I saw that clay with a new perspective. I walked that road to school every morning and didn’t see any difference between that unpaved road than any other except that the clay was a deep red. The Kiowas weren’t happy because the developers had cut a road through the new houses that went straight through the middle of the clay deposit they used for their pots. I was about twelve and we had moved into a new development outside the gates of Fort Sill, Oklahoma, where there was an Indian reservation. I woke up this morning thinking about the first election I can remember.
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