ornaments.
She came to be called Ho â ok O â oks, which means Evil Giantess. She came to be feared by all the Tohono O â odham, and that, nawoj, my friend, is still true, even to this day.
A WAVE OF DESPAIR WASHED over Lani as the stubborn boy turned his back and walked away. She knew then that she had failed. Gabe was beyond her reachâÂtoo angry and arrogant to listen. Hot tears stung her cheeks. For a moment she was tempted to call and beg him to come back, but she didnât. She simply let him go, reaching instead for the comfort of her medicine basket.
She slipped the crystals back into their pouch and dropped that into the basket. Then, in the flickering firelight, she examined the basketâs other contents. First out were two separate shards of ÂpotteryâÂa reddish one with an almost invisible tortoise drawn on it and the other one coal black. The red one had once belonged to Nana Dahd âs grandmother, SâAmichuda OâoksâÂUnderstanding WomanâÂwhile the black one had come from Betraying Womanâs cave, deep in this very mountain.
Tradition dictated that a womanâs pots must always be broken upon her death in order to release the pot makerâs spirit. Lani was sure that Understanding Womanâs pots had been broken by her grieving relatives in just that way upon the old womanâs death. Betraying Woman, however, had died alone in the cavern, abandoned and unmourned. Her spirit had remained trapped in her long-unbroken pots until Lani herself had smashed them. And these two pieces of pottery, one red and one black, were the only reminders of either of those two long-Âago elders.
Next came a tiny boneâÂas small as a babyâs finger. That was the tiny piece of bat wing skeleton that Lani had brought with her out of the cavern. The bone served as a reminder that NanakumalâÂBatâÂhad helped see Lani through one terrible fight, and maybe he would do so again in this battle for Baby Fat Crackâs soul.
The next items in the basket were Nana Dahd âs basket-makng awl and the leather tobacco pouch Fat Crack the elder had given her. She had gone out in the fall and collected the green wild tobacco leavesâ wiw . She had dried the leaves and broken them into small pieces just the way the legend of Little Lion and Little Bear said it must be done. She had brought the tobacco along with her today in hope that, before the night was over, she and Gabe would share the Peace Smoke.
Gabe was gone, but perhaps, Lani reasoned, the sacred smoke was still in order. She pulled some of the dried wild tobacco leaves from the pouch and rolled them into a loose cigarette. It took a moment for her fumbling fingers to locate the final item in her basketâÂLooks at Nothingâs ancient lighter. She had taken the old blind medicine manâs Zippo to a guy in Tucson, a man with a reputation for rehabbing aging lighters. The brass finish was worn through in spots, but refilled and with a new striking mechanism, the lighter sprang to life at the very first try.
After lighting the cigarette, Lani sat there with the sweet smoke drifting around her as she considered her connection to those two wise old men, one of whom she had never met. It was through them that she knew that the Tohono Oâodham never use a pipeâÂthat age-Âold custom that was part of other tribesâ traditions. Originally, the Desert ÂPeople had used leaves to wrap their ceremonial smokers. Now they bought their cigarette wrappers the same place everybody else didâÂat either the trading post or else at Bashasâ grocery store in Sells.
Lani closed her eyes and allowed herself to be carried along in the smoke-Âfilled air. When she opened her eyes sometime later, it was as though a ghost had arisen out of the ground. Thatâs when she saw a vision of the evil white-Âhaired Milgahn woman once again.
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