Off the Hill
Wayne did not clearly understand it. He was not sure whether the vision had come during the night or in the first glimmer of dawn. But it had come -- easily, he thought. It just appeared, far out ahead of him, where moments before there had been emptiness. He was surprised it had happened so easily. He was amazed it had happened at all.
He had followed Plenty Wolf's instructions, but he thought that, though he was sleepy, it would have been impossible to fall asleep. If nothing else, the south wind had blown strongly all night. At first he was afraid it might be a tornado blowing up from the southwest, but then he recognized it as only a summer wind. It was familiar from a time he had camped out and made the mistake of pitching his tent so the doorway faced south. All night the south wind had blown steadily, with a force he thought would surely carry the tent away. But early in the morning, just like this morning, it had died down, subsiding in the early morning sun.
The south wind was warm, and all night it made the flag offer-