Indian Run

I was on an empty train going through the snow. I jumped off, and then realized that I was in the middle of nowhere. I ran after the train and I came to a small town filled with Indians, and they were all running to catch the train with me. But the train didn’t stop in the town. One of them was running beside me. He had feathers of blue and red in his hair but was wearing ordinary clothes. – I’m George, I said. – I’m a Crow, he said. – Why is the train not stopping? I asked. – Because you jumped off, he said. Now we were running along paths in the woods, there were green pines everywhere. The train was not in sight but I thought we were still running after it. And now I was leaving the town, and the Indians became trees. The Indians were standing like trees in the wind. Their bodies hunched. I ran faster and faster passed the frozen Indians and disappeared in my running.