First part was here, BTW.
Moon Hair looked at the opening of his wigwam. Strong, broad and proud. Stone Head was everything a warrior would want to be. Moon Hair felt a rush to his head that made him think of chasing down the Buffalo and just before he pierced it with his arrow. Moon Hair thought it odd he should think of arrows at a time like this.
Stone Head reached down to unlace his mocassins. Moon Hair cried out in a strangled voice, "do not. Leave them." Stone Head looked down at him and gave a nod. "Moon Hair. Do you know that you should rub Buffalo tallow into your mocassins every night? That it will keep the waters of the rivers from chilling your flesh? Do you know that you should rub the tallow in until the mocassins will take no more?"
Moon Hair stiffened. He looked Stone Head in the eye. "Yes."
Stone Head let his arms fall to his side, and he widened his stance. It was the stance of a Chief Warrior. "Where is your tallow?"
Moon Hair pointed to a log next to the pile of skins that made his bed. Stone Head gabbed the pouch filled with the precious tallow. When he lifted it, a single feather fell to the ground. It was an Eagle feather. It was from the headdress of Stone Head.
Moon Hair looked up and made his face as still as Mother Oak. "I took it from the ground. You had fought a mighty battle with a boar. I kept it to make me remember the strength of my people."
Stone Head spoke, "your people? One, I think. I am strong. I am brave. I am powerful. I will show you." Stone Head dipped his fingers into the tallow and began to stroke his own arrow with it. "Crawl to me like a dog."
Moon Hair did not move.
Stone Head smiled. "Yes, you are brave, too. You are a warrior. I see you, Moon Hair."
Moon Hair smiled.
Stone Head barked, "now come put my arrow in your mouth. Suck on it like a piece of arrowroot. You will learn now why that plant name makes the Wise Women giggle like children."
Moon Hair sat on his knees and took Stone Head into his mouth. He tasted of smoke from the campfire. And something else... Once, as a young brave, he had dug into the earth and found a rock that was mottled with red. He tasted it. It tasted of earth and blood. Stone Head tasted the same. When he felt Stone Head begin to topple, he stopped and pulled back. Moon Hair did not understand. Why did Stone Head look as if he needed help from the Wise Women in the Longhouse? Was he ill? Did an evil spirit enter the wigwam?
Stone Head laughed at the look Moon Hair had on his face. "You look to me as if you stepped in mud and lost your mocassin. Now, get on your hands and knees. You will be my dog tonight."
Moon Hair stood up. "I am a dog to no one. I am he who kills Buffalo with one arrow. I am Arrow Maker for our people. I have many scalps hanging. You will not call me Dog."
Stone Head reached out and grabbed Moon Hair by his own Arrow. "Yes. A mighty Arrow you have. I will not forget. I will show you what warriors do when there are no squaws on a long hunt. On your knees."
Moon Hair did as he was told. It was Chief Warrior. He must be obeyed. Stone Head scooped more tallow onto his fingers. Moon Hair felt movement behind him. He felt warm skin along the backs of his strong, tanned thighs. He felt a warm slickness on that which squeezes onto his horse. Moon Hair made the noise of a newborn cat. He felt Stone Head lean over his back, his laughter as it bubbled out of him like water over stones in the river.
Stone Head spoke, "I, too have bedded Princess Ninety-Nine Wampum. It gives me much pleasure. Too much. It makes me not be strong, to be with her. I will be with you. Now, Arrow Maker. I will teach you what the Buffalo feels when it is pierced in its thick hide by your strong, swift arrow."
Moon Hair felt a hot pain and he remembered when he did not heed the warnings of his mother and sat down on a prickly pear. He tried to move forward, but his head was trapped by the soft leather of the wigwam. Then he felt Stone Head touching him and he knew now why the Wise Women laughed when they heard the words "arrow root." He would pull his own Arrow when he was on the hunt for Buffalo. He did not know other warriors could pull his Arrow for him.
Stone Head was pushing into Moon Hair so hard that Moon Hair feared the wigwam would fall over. Moon Hair pushed back on his hands. He tried to move to the center of the skins that was his bed. He did not know that movement would make Stone Head sound like a wounded Bear. Moon Hair moved again. Moon Hair did not know Stone Head had talons like Father Eagle as well.
Stone Head sat back on his heels and pulled Moon Hair upright. He was still pushing into him. Now it was Moon Hair who sounded like a wounded Bear. He felt his spirit leave him, and he howled to the sky like Brother Wolf. He felt Stone Head's spirit come into him. Stone Head made a noise like a Boar when charging. Moon Hair knew the spirit of the Chief Warrior would make him strong. He knew he could kill many Buffalo this night if there were Buffalo to be killed.
Stone Head stood. He was strong. He stood with the memories of his people. "You will not tell others of this. What two warriors do in a wigwam at night when the fires are low is for the two warriors alone. Your strength will depart on the evening wind if you speak of this."
Moon Hair did not feel brave. He did not feel strong. He felt the spirit of his people leave.
Stone Head nodded. "I will be back tomorrow night." He stood in the entrance to the wigwam and looked at the night sky. "One time I saw the White Man's horse. It was ugly with long ears and teeth. I heard him call it a Dawn Key. Later that night I came to his home as a Snake will crawl to a Rat to eat. I saw the Dawn Key with his mate. He appeared to punch her from behind with his Arrow. It was even larger than the Arrow of our horses. When I come to you tomorrow, you will give me a Dawn Key punch." He leered at Moon Hair. "I have felt it."
Moon Hair was careful to keep the feather in his loin cloth where only the Chief Warrior would find it. As he lay flat on his bed of skins, he heard the flap move once more. Princess Ninety-Nine Wampum stood in his wigwam. "I knew this would be. I will come later and see the strength of the warriors of my people. I may need to take one of your arrows to sleep tonight."
He slept that night as if carried to the Spirits of the Night Sky on the wings of Eagles.