Sunday, May 15, 2022

The Ballad of Traci LaRue! (Part 6 of 9)

 “We sent those pompous elites packing! The final word of the Spelling Bee competition was ‘wapiti’, the Arapaho word for ‘elk’.” She smiled, knowingly, watching Micah’s reaction.

“Yes! I know a bit of Indian lingo, myself. Anyway, the elites went Wild when Miss Gertrude Merriweather-Guilford could not manage the correct spelling; they even tried to cheat giving her three tries which was strictly against the rules. Of course, my ‘White antelope’ spelled it correctly on the very first try.

“They went ‘nuts’! Said it was unfair for ‘whites’ to have to know Indian words, muchless, how to spell them. I spoke right up asking why Indians needed to understand English words?

“It got so bad that I wondered if I might soon know the meaning of ‘Tar and feather’? For sure, I had heard of ‘Being ridden out of town on a rail’! And, I could spell ‘all’ of their words.

“The ‘losers’ of the Spelling Bee fired the elite headmaster sending him back east.

“I didn’t smell any ‘Tar and feathers’ then, either. I guess he got a ‘free’ rail-ride, though!”

Traci allowed a tiny laugh, Proud of her achievement. Suddenly, she felt slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry! Micah! I didn’t mean to gloat. The result just left me exhilarated!” She smiled.

“With my success at showing ‘pointed’ prejudice, I didn’t stop. I went back to the editor’s office and asked him to post an ad inviting all the children of Denver to attend my classes.

“Amazingly! He ran the ad absent comment. ‘That’ turned out to be the easy part.

“The Indians continued to come to school, but, not a single white student showed up!

“I was disheartened. Then,---one day…a holy-sacred miracle occurred.

“A Bully-boy named Bones Fletcher came to the school at dismissal time with five of his no-account overgrown cohorts. Fletcher knocked Billy Raintree to the ground and dared the boy to get up saying that if he did, the six would beat him unconscious.

“Billy is pretty smart and plenty agile. He told Fletcher that he would gladly fight the brute if Bones would meet him one-on-one without interference from his coward friends.

“Dead silence held in the air for several seconds. Then, Bones told his troops to stay out of it and he lunged at Billy Raintree. Adroitly, Billy dodged the clumsy attempted assault dropping to his knee and kicking Bones legs out from under him; the Bully fell hard skinning his nose which dripped red stream of fresh blood, and scraping his hands; his pants leg showed a spreading reddening where his knee had apparently found an errant rock.

“He got up and charged head first at Billy who adroitly jumped-up placing one hand on either of the Bully-boy’s shoulders launching himself high enough to spread-legged hurtle over the sizable body of Fletcher, he landed on his feet and quickly turned to kick bones flush in the seat of his pants sprawling him, again.

“The Indian children roared their approval; Bones’ friends grew silent in puzzled amazement.

“Bones was winded---and, worse…embarrassed. Beaten by an Indian. He rolled onto his back and stared at his tormentor, too winded to arise.

“Billy smiled and extended his hand to Bones who slapped it away.

“Billy said, ‘Look! Bones! We can be friends! It’s up to you; I don’t care one way or the other. But, if you take my hand---and we become friends…I’ll teach you how to wrestle: Indian-style!’ Laughter erupted among the Indian audience and Bones’ friends. The tension was broken.

“Finally, after some short deliberation, Bones reached for Billy’s hand. Billy hoisted the leviathan to his feet and snatched the dusty hat off Bones’ head promptly dunking it fully into the horse trough. Bones blinked a vacant hesitation looking like he might attack, again.

“Billy Raintree defused the possible explosion as he placed a dripping hat on Bones’ head complete with a brimful of water. Swish! Bones looked like a drowned cat; the assemblage Hooted and Howled at the display while pointing at the result, even Bones’ friends joined in.

(Part 7 of 9 Tomorrow)

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