That's right! I'm the
Kiowa Kid. I don't look like a Kiowa Indian 'cuz I ain't one.
My Ma and Pa drug me from the east to the west on the Oregon Trail.
In Montana we stopped at a Trading Post and I watched as a trapper
got a handful of coin fer sum furs he trapped.
I took a fancy to bein' on my own in the wilderness so's I jumped
off'n the wagon as we pulled away with my mother's necklace in my
hand. I traded it fer a trap and off I went. I learned
how to communicate with sum of the animals. It served me well.
I didn't even need more than one trap. I'd set it and tell
whatever animal I wanted to step on it.
As I wuz settin' the trap one day I heard somethin' behind me.
I turned and came face to face with the most fearsome critter I had
seen to that point. It were standin' on two legs, screamin'
like a banshee, and tryin' to bash my head in with a big stick.
I wuz froze in fear.
When I opened my eyes after bein' knocked cold I wuz lookin' up into
the most beautiful face on the planet. Turns out the critter
wuz a female Kiowa Indian named White Feather who had escaped from
being held captive by the Crow Indians. It were love at first
sight. No, that ain't right. It were love at second
sight. It were fear at first sight.
I accompanied her to find her family in Oklahoma and stayed there
with her people fer a spell learnin' the Kiowa way. Since I
had a beard at the time her Pa thought I looked like a goat.
That's where I got my name, "Kid". It was there we got
hitched.
My poor White Feather wuz a free spirit and bein' forced to stay on
a reservation made her plum crazy. We decided to head west.
We roamed the way the Kiowa used to be able to do. We lived
off'n the land. Train tracks wuz on the land so we lived off
sum train robberies, too.
Me and my White Feather are livin' happily ever after. |
Born & raised in California, Casey Meyerett enjoys
spending time with his family and his pets. He likes to head
to the Colorado River and Lake Powell for boating vacations.
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