Little Wolf’s Adventure
A Medicine Dream and Warrior Ghosts
Johnny stayed after school to finish the last two problems of his math homework.
He checked his watch. The bus would be leaving soon. He picked up his backpack and hurried from the classroom.
Walking down the hallway toward the exit, uneasiness settled over him. Were they out there waiting for him again?
He hesitated a moment at the double doors and peered out at the schoolyard. Just a few kids playing.
He pushed through the doors. Wary, he started down the path to where the school buses parked.
Half way there, Larry Jacobs stepped out from behind a hedge and blocked the path.
"Well, if it isn’t Naked Boy. Let’s see how tough an Injun you are." His friends Frank
"Skinny"Callahan and Danny "Chub" Parker followed and stood on either side of Larry.
He elbowed his friends. All three snickered.
Johnny halted, his anger boiling up. They had tormented him every day since school started. He couldn’t stand the name-calling any more. His muscles were as taut as a cat ready to pounce.
He faced them with fists clenched. "My name is Johnny Bear Child! You know, bear‐like grizzly bear.
Keep it up, Larry, and you’ll find out what it’s like to tangle with one!"
Larry raised his fists and stepped closer. "Oh, yeah? You sound real tough.
But what kind of fighter are you?" He glanced around to see where Skinny and Chub were. They had moved back.
"C’mon, you guys, get up here." The two boys scurried alongside Larry. "You don’t have the nerve
to take us on."
A few students milling about the schoolyard scattered to avoid the brewing fight,
except one girl. She approached the boys and shouted, "Stop it, Larry!"
Larry stomped toward her with his fists raised. "Get outta here, Sarah, or
you’ll be eating gravel, too!" He swung his fists and lunged at her.
A look of fear twisted Sarah’s face. She gasped and bolted away.
Larry laughed and returned.
Skinny whooped and imitated a war dance. "Watch out! He might scalp you."
Grabbing his red hair, he faked being scalped and screamed in mock pain. Without warning, he rushed Johnny, who dodged,
but tripped over Chub’s outstretched foot and plunged into the gravel. The stones gouged Johnny’s hands,
but their words hurt more.
Chub gestured thumbs-up at his accomplishment. He giggled and swaggered. "Oops.
Guess anybody who wears his hair in braids‐like a girl‐don’t know how to fight."
The three boys circled their sprawled victim, whooping, dancing, laughing, and kicking
gravel at Johnny. He dodged a kick, sprang to his feet and charged Larry, smacking into his chest with both hands.
Caught off guard, Larry stumbled backward, plopped onto the gravel, and yelled, "Grab
Skinny and Chub barreled toward Johnny, attacking from each side. He crouched,
fists doubled and ready to swing, but instead he leapt forward just as they reached him. Unable to halt their frantic rush,
the bullies crashed together and fell to the ground in a tangled heap of arms and legs. Johnny dashed down the path toward
the waiting school buses.
Larry regained his balance, lurched after Johnny and grabbed his braids, giving them a
vicious yank. "You’re not getting away that easy, Injun."
Johnny whirled and threw a wild punch, grunting with the effort. It grazed Larry’s
shoulder. Johnny swung again, but missed. He said through clenched teeth, "Don’t you ever touch my hair again
or you’ll find out what a Blackfeet warrior does to his enemy." Expecting to be charged, Johnny crouched, fists
raised, hoping to land a few good punches before Larry could react.
Larry howled, "Oooohweee, I’m scared!" He doubled his fists and started
dancing like a boxer toward Johnny. "What’re you going to do? Stomp me with your black feet? Why don’t you go home
and take a bath, Dirty Foot?" He held his nose.
Still on the ground, Skinny pushed at Chub. "Get off, you fat, clumsy ox."
"Shut up! And don’t call me fat, fart-face." Chub punched Skinny.
They scuffled, pushed, and swore at each other as they struggled. Once apart, they bolted
to their feet and ran to help Larry. Surrounding Johnny, they poked punches at him as they closed in on him. Their
breaths came in snorts.
Johnny’s eyes darted from Larry to Skinny to Chub. Which one should he attack first?
Not Larry. Too big. Maybe Chub. No, Skinny. If he went down, Chub would run. Sweat trickled down Johnny’s temples. Then,
realizing he couldn’t win against all three attacking him at once, he faked steps to the right, to the left, to the
left again, and then bolted left, hoping to fool them.
Skinny and Chub jumped right, but not Larry. He doubled up his fist and jabbed at Johnny
as he ran past, smacking his cheek and nose with a sickening thud. Larry yanked his hand back and shook it. Skinny and Chub
halted and whirled when they realized their mistake.
Johnny stumbled, but kept running. Blood spurted from his nose. Hurt and humiliated,
he ran blindly from the bullies, across the football field and on into the hayfield beyond. He ran until his legs ached and
his lungs burned, glancing back only once to see if the bullies were chasing him.
He stopped, leaned over, and rested his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
Straightening, he scanned the area. It was then that he realized he had headed the wrong direction to go home.
In the distance, driving away, he saw the school bus he rode on. He turned and walked toward the road and home.