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How Are We Doing

“Dimensions”

By Elton Mellum

The old Indian said, “follow” and I did.  

I was bleeding from several places where the bullets hit me.  I was still standing but the old Indian said, “hurry” and I did.

I had stumbled on their compound where they were holding stolen cattle and they were not very neighborly. In fact, they were so un-neighborly they started sending bullets my way.  They had been chasing me for what seemed like a half day and was getting really weak when the old Indian appeared and said, “come now” and I did.

He was a strange man with fierce eyes and a faraway look but he moved with the agility of a mountain goat.  Suddenly by the wall of canyon rock he stopped and waited for me.  Then without a word he held my shoulders and took me through to what I can only call another dimension.

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GET ME OFF THE ROAD, PLEASE

By Mari Janecek

 I looked so forward to getting my driver's license at the age of sixteen, like all of my friends did. With only eight months left, I asked my friend Donny to show me how to drive.  I didn't know that I needed a permit to drive.

 My friend Donny at 17 drove a stick shift Chevy.  He drove me out into the country and got out of the driver's seat, opened the passenger side and helped me into the driver's seat.

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