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By Way of Rolling Stone
    You wake up one day, and everything looks different. Not 'that' different, the same, but different. What is really going on, is the earth is tilting on its axis. You are in the northern hemisphere...you know...north of the equator. The sun is lower in the sky, so the rays that it casts shine down at a lower angle. Another summer away, you're thinking. True, autumn is arriving. You pull yourself out of your blankets, roll them up along with some extra clothing, and make your way to the camp. 
   You first stop at the horses to stow your gear. "Mornin' Nomad," you speak softly to your horse. You pull an apple from your pouch and Nomad takes it in his teeth. Nomad is white and peppered with black spots. You put your face to his, and stroke the length of his nose. "We'll be leaving at nightfall," you say. Nomad is indifferent. You feed him another apple. There are some woven blankets laid neatly next to horses, in the shade of a great Oak tree. You throw one on his back, then tie down your roll. You and your tribe travel light, but you and Nomad travel especially light.
   Down a small hillside you walk to the camp. The women are busying themselves, they too know tonight your tribe will depart. It is always safer to move at night. The children are chasing each other, round and round the cluster of teepees.The men are gathered next to an open fire. The tribe totals around fifty people. Often mistaken for Apaches, you are of the Bedonkohey, Chiricahua. You are wanderers. The tribe Elders and Chiefs believe in and teach peace and harmony, to be one with the earth, one with nature. One with the Divine Creator, and one with the universe.
You take in the beautiful view. You are in a natural valley, with a quick running stream. Sandstone and granite boulders that reach to the sky, some of the boulders five hundred men wide, lay off in the distance. You've heard it called "Chatsworth." You could think of a better name. An awesome place, to be certain.
   "Saygep!," one of the young boys yells, and runs to meet you, catching the attention of everyone. You greet him with a huge smile, and pick him up, and hold him high over your head. "Coyote! How are you, my little man?," you ask. He is your son, now five years of age. He is exuberant. You spin him around, and put him atop your shoulders, his legs dangling over your chest. Both his hands wrap around your head  and grab your forehead. You then you head off in a trot toward the camp council.
   You are greeted warmly by the council of men. The fire burns bright. You sit Coyote down right next to you. Chief Nazeth says to you, "Saygep...Fire-Keeper, will you and Nomad be ready for departure this evening?" What he really means by that, is this..."Are you ready to carry the fire?" It has been your most important role in the tribe. It is perhaps the most valuable role in the tribe. In a skillfully crafted clay bucket, with many tiny holes for air flow, an adjustable sliding lid, and a sinew rope with a wooden bracket for carrying or mounting on a horse, the hottest embers from the fire will be placed. These embers must be kept hot and dry enough to maintain sufficient heat to ignite the next fire. Even at full gallop in a downpour. In a wandering tribe, fire is essential to survival. In a wandering tribe, there are many obstacles to this duty. Rain, snow or wind must not dampen the embers...ever. Only a trusted rider with a trusted mount should be assigned this duty. Finding another source of fire may prove fatal to the entire tribe.
    You look back up the hill, toward  the small grove of giant oak trees. You see Nomad. Nomad returns a barely perceptual nod of his head, a shake of his mane. Nomad...you know that he is always  ready. The sky is a beautiful cobalt blue. You stand and face the wind, spine straight, shoulders back. The wind carries with it the unmistakable scent of autumn. "Like a Rolling Stone." Chief Nazeth smiles. You are Saygep, the Fire-keeper.


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