The Night Of The Cabin
“Most likely, they figured you already knew,” said Eli.
Charity felt sad. If she had known that Tokola was family, she would have hugged him even harder before she left him. He was her granduncle, a living, breathing relative! She went to sleep that night, trying to think back through the years to all the times Tokola had been in their cabin. It seemed that as she was growing up, he was always around.
In fitful sleep, she dreamt dreams of Indians, palmettos, cotton, tobacco, rice, indigo, and eagles