Between the Bloods About the author, Robert Grey Cloud Excerpts from Between the Bloods Chapter 3 from Between the Bloods Purchase Between the Bloods

 

Excerpts
from Between the Bloods

“If each second of life is the only reality and memories are daydreams of the past, then all I have written is just a dream.”
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“In October she returned to us with a baby boy. Grey Cloud had a son he would never know about. That son was you.”
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Bill was mad now. "I wish you’d left him back in Kansas with that pious brother of yours like I tried to get you to do,” he growled.

Mother for once was talking back. "You’re the one who always starts the talk about him being part Indian, knowing what it does. Then you blame him for defending himself."
His voice was louder. "It's easy for mixed blood like his to turn bad. You cross a dog with a damn wolf and you have the same thing. Outside of that tough Travis kid and the nigger boy, nobody in town will let their kids near him. He's been fightin' with one of the young fellas that hangs around the pool hall. This fella always wants me to hear what Wayne has done and manages to talk to his friends where I can hear. He says Wayne threatened to kill him and he thinks he might try. So he told Wells, the policeman. "Some people are blaming me and that kind of talk hurts my business."

Mother sounded like she was crying. "One of these days maybe we will both leave here for good."
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On the way back we decided to cut through the fields to Roy's house. I was walking down a fencerow when I spotted an iron wheel in the grass. Roy knew at once it was a big disc wheel from a plow. It was about twenty inches across made of heavy solid iron with a large center axel hole and sharp around the outside edge. While junking we had found a boys bicycle frame with good back wheel and pedals. The disc wheel could be used for a front wheel.

Mr. Swanson was sitting on the back porch, smoking his pipe and with a wave of his big hand toward the wheel, he said, "I don't guess I will ever be surprised at what you boys come draggin' in. Now what you have in mind for that old disc wheel?" We sat on the step and I told him about the bicycle frame and my plans of making one we could ride.
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