Creative Writing: True Son's Home

True Son stared at the place where his Indian father, Cuyloga, was standing only minutes ago. His words, still echoing in his head, “I am no longer your father, nor you my son.” True Son stood alone in the forest, the sounds of the river flowing beside him being his only accompaniment. All he could think about was how much he would like to trade today for yesterday, when he was still an Indian, running free. Now, he was in white civilization, where people barricaded themselves inside their homes, and were far from being free.

True Son wasn’t entirely sure on what he should do. He couldn’t go back to his white family’s house, for he had tried to scalp his white uncle and he didn’t think that going back to visit him would be the greatest plan

Gordie! True Son’s white little brother had come to look for him!

“Gordie! How did you find know where to look for

“U-U-Uncle Wilse! I was-uh-just leaving! True Son stutterers.

“I’m not so sure that's happening.” Uncle Wilse sneers. Then, Wilse punches True Son, and True Son is knocked out cold.

True Son wakes up in a cold, dark room with a single window littered with bars the only view to the outside world.

“Where am I?” He says to no one in particular, but someone answers.

“You’re in the jail cell, kid.” Says an unfamiliar voice. “I’m the sheriff,” says the man.

“Why am I here? I don’t think I did anything wrong…” Ponders True Son.

“Ha! You attempted to kill someone! Your own uncle, to add-on to that,” exclaims the sheriff, “your sentence isn’t decided yet, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to go in your favor. I’m sorry.”

True Son’s mouth was held agape and began thinking about what he could do to try to get out of this mess. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, it probably wouldn’t work, but it’s worth a shot. He stood on his tiptoes and barely reaches the window. He put his hands over his mouth and made a bird call in an attempt to call his best friend and cousin, Half Arrow. He stops calling and is silent and listens for a callback, but hears nothing. He lays back on the bed in the cell and slowly starts to drift off to sleep. He wakes up in a flash when he hears knocking coming from