Chapter 4

It was early morning, it was a beautiful morning, and the birds were chirping and flying around. Rancho and Martha went inside as Running Toad was chopping up the wood for the fire place. Out of nowhere comes this Indian warrior on a fast horse, Running Toad quickly ran inside before the Indian warrior could bend down and grab him.

"Dad, some Indian warrior tried to grab me," Running Toad grabbing his gun and looking out the window.

"Are there anymore?" asked Rancho grabbing his gun and looking out the back window.

Martha looked out the kitchen window to see as well.

"I don't see anything son," said Rancho.

"Okay," said Running Toad putting his gun up.

"Now it’s safe now, do you want to go to town with me?" asked Martha.

"Sure, at least I got some of the wood chopped up," smiled Running Toad.

Rancho stayed on the farm to finish the fence around the farm. Martha and Running Toad went to the barn and saddled up two horses and put them on the wagon and rode to town.  As they arrived to the store, three men watched Running Toad and Martha go inside the store.

"Hello Martha, Running Toad, what can I do for you?" asked the Storekeeper.

"I need a bag of flour please?" asked Martha.

"Alright," the Storekeeper walked to the back of the store to get the flour.

As he went back the three men walked inside.

"Hey pretty lady, what's your name?" asked the man.

Then Running Toad stood tall beside Martha.

"Martha, and this is my son Running Toad," said Martha proudly.

"Your son, he's an Indian, I never thought I would see a white woman have an Indian for a son," said the man.

"What is wrong with that?" asked Martha.

"Well ma'am, there killers, you just don't see an Indian dressed up like a white man, and talking like us," said the man.

"I am not a killer," said Running Toad.

"I am impressed,” said man two.

"Let’s go," said the man.

So they left, and the storekeeper came back with the bag of flour.

"Here you go, twenty five cents?" asked the Storekeeper.

"Here you go, thank you," said Martha.

"Your welcome, and you both have a blessed day," said the Storekeeper.

"You also," smiled Martha leaving the store.

"Mother why was it a shock to them that I was your son?" asked Running Toad in confusion.

"A lot has changed with the White Americans and the Native American Indians, both sides did a lot of damage to each other, children as well," said Martha.

"Well I am not like that, I am different," said Running Toad.

"Yes I know dear," said Martha.

So they rode away back to the farm. As they arrived they saw a wagon.

"I didn't know we were having company?" asked Martha.

So they pulled up to the house and walked inside. They saw two men with papers sitting at the table.

"What is going on?" asked Martha.

"Sit down, they need to talk to us," said Rancho.