Excerpt from Chapter 4 Reunion

We stood there looking at all the trees and hilly inclines and then decided to start walking across the paddock. I wasn't fit and that paddock was pretty steep, much steeper than it actually looked. I walked a fair way across, climbing up slightly at the same time. I sat down on a rock to get my breath so that I could let the spirits through. "Please help me find where I'm buried," I wheezed. I heard a voice finally say, "Keep walking, you'll know where you're buried." I started off again heading across the paddock and still climbing up at the same time. Finally I stopped, exhausted again, sat on a big rock and turned and looked at the area I'd walked to. There was a great view, but it wasn't as high as I thought I had climbed. Scott walked further across than me and was wandering around where all the paddocks rose a bit higher, looking for what would resemble a grave of sorts.

I asked again for help from the spirits and this time was told, “"Keep looking you’ll know where you're buried." It had changed from "keep walking" to "keep looking," so I guessed I must be a bit closer. I looked across the paddock and hills and the voice said again to keep looking. I walked a bit further and climbed a little bit up an incline and as I looked across the voice kept repeating over and over in my head, "Keep looking, you'll know where you're buried." I kept walking around, not really knowing exactly what I was looking for, and finally as I stood looking around I just stared at an area about ten feet to my left, and I just knew that was it. The voice got even louder in my head. I made my way over to it and just sat there and stared. The voice stopped. I knew I had found the place where Crazy Horse was buried.

I sat down on the ground and just looked around. After a short time I looked at one of the huge rocks I was sitting next to and saw something red sticking out from the corner of the rock. When I pulled at it I pulled out a small piece of red blanket.

"Scott, I remember reading somewhere that Crazy Horse was buried in a red blanket," I told him as I was holding on to the little piece of blanket. If I pulled it into a square shape it would have been about six inches square with grub chews in it and all around it. I felt sure that the spirits had made sure that piece of blanket was there for me to find.

It really didn't look like a grave, but I just knew it was. I sat for a while just thinking. The sense of relief and closure to my soul I can never explain. While Scott had a look around, I cried a bit. I think because I'd actually found where I was buried, and also for the past. This was me. I knew that finding this past was a very important part of my soul. I felt for Crazy Horse and his life, all that he had gone through, and the person that he was. I wasn't crying out of sadness, more out of closure.

I soon got the urge to explore the area; after all, this was over 125 years old. I slowly pulled away the dirt from the side of the rocks. It was hollow underneath, where the dirt had sunk under the carefully placed rocks. It totally amazed me. I put my hand in right under the rocks and found more small pieces of red blanket; some were only the size of a small fingernail, others were larger. As I felt around more under the larger rocks, I found some smaller rocks with red threads from the blanket attached, and also a very old-looking pinecone, which looked like it had been there as long as Crazy Horse. It also had a tiny piece of blanket attached, so I brought it home with me along with the four biggest pieces of the red blanket. They were each about six inches square, but in various shapes due to the years of being chewed at by grubs. They all had bloodstains on them.

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