Monday, February 16, 2009
The Cherokee Pass Through Dallas
The soldiers were after them again. The Cherokees had been run and starved down the trail of tears to Oklahoma, then to East Texas and when Sam Houston could do no more for them they run back to Oklahoma to wait for the end of the world. For much of this history their leader was Chief Bowles. A late Summer Day. 100 degrees.
Chief Bowles and his people were on the move again. Up to Dallas they hid in woods where White Rock Lake would be. They got up before the sun and began to move up along White Rock Creek in the brush. Moving North up to just East of the end of the future Lover's Lane. They moved away from the water and down an animal trail there from before memory. They crossed another main artery where animals had moved North and South since anyone could remember. Where the Central Tracks were. Where Central Expressway is. Near here. There was a field nearby that Chief Bowles had been told about where Indian grass and Bluestem made a magic carpet. Whoever laid down on it would become invisible. And all around it grew Mesquite, Oak, Pecan, Cedar and Horse Apple trees, thickened vines and thorns of vines with long black thorns, wove the trees together, hid the field. You had to know about the tunnel that went straight down into the bedrock and could only be seen in the setting sun the day after the last full moon of Summer. Chief Bowles knew the way. He went to a spot beside a man-high stack of stones, where the tunnel entrance was. He crawled and the Cherokees followed. They came up in the secret field and were safe for a while in the white aroma of white Moonflowers they slept in neon red silence for a week.
Posted by RG at 5:42 PM