RESTART 2012

A story of vampires, shape-shifters and American Indians

 

©2014

 

 

Charles W. Bird

thehomeplace1@earthlink.net

 

 

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This story may not be copies, transmitted or used in any manner beyond reading for enjoyment without the express, written permission of the author.

 

 

December 16, 2012

Today in the last day of school before Christmas and I am starting to PACK! I am Bobby Daniels and my Dad, Dr. Robert Daniels, MD is taking me with him to his favorite fishing spot EVER! Bahia de Los Angeles, Baja California!

Dad has been promising this for years and now we are GOING! Oh, I am 16 years old and in the 10th grade at Bakersfield Union High School. We are going to fly down to San Quentin and rent a jeep to cross Baja and get to the Bahia. Dad bought me this neat record book so I can record all the fish I catch!

December 17, 2012

We are sitting on the runway at Bakersfield, California Municipal Airpark waiting for the tower to give permission for takeoff. Dad is pilot and I am right seat, I just got my certification in the mail yesterday! We are loaded with enough food and clothes for our two week fish trip! OOOPS, Here we go!

BOOOOOORING, Dad put the plane on autopilot and told me I was in charge and then he takes a NAP! I guess we crossed the border into Mexico ok, after I reported to Mexican Air Control they didn’t shoot us down anyway.

About 20 minutes out from San Quentin, Dad wakes up and tells me he has the stick. It was getting dark but landing was a breeze, there was a barrel with burning stuff in it at the end of a dirt runway! The people from the motel were waiting for us, it was right alongside the runway!
We got all our stuff out of the plane and tied the plane down before heading to the motel. It was old fashioned and the people running it were refugees from Czechoslovakia.
Their son was my age, Andrea. He has bright red hair and a killer smile! OH GOD, Down boy!
After a quick supper, Dad and I hit the hay, we were both tired and wanted to be ready bright and early tomorrow as it will be an all day drive to get to the Bahia.

December 18, 2012

Yea Gods, it’s still dark outside and Dad is yanking the blankets off me. OOPS, glad I didn’t embarrass myself! I was dreaming about Andrea!

Andrea and his family served a huge breakfast, I have never seen eggs cooked in that many ways.

When we headed to the rented jeep, Andrea is with us, HUH? Dad says, “Oh, I guess I didn’t tell you, Andrea is going with us so you have somebody to pal around with while I catch all the fish!” I am thinking, “OH, OH, this could be a problem! OH well.”

We head down Baja 1 Highway, dodging dogs, donkeys and people for a few miles, then Dad turns left on this road that looks like a boulder pile! All day long, we bounce from boulder to boulder. Andrea is laughing his ass off at me trying to hold on!

Finally, we almost dive off a cliff and we are in this little village. Dad says, “Welcome to Bahia de Los Angeles!” HUH? Where? All I see is a dozen or so mud brick houses, a building that says “CANTINA” and another that says, “MERCADO” Oh, and under that last sign, it says in tiny letters, “Alcalde” and “Policia”!

I sure hope their English is better than my Spanish, I am only in first year GERMAN!

Andrea jumps out of the jeep and starts a rapid fire conversation with a couple boys, then he waves me over, “These here are Roberto and Stefano, they are best fishing guides in all of Baja!” Dad shouts, we don’t need guides, I have fished here before!

Andrea giggles and whispers to Roberto, then says to me, “You with us, ok?” He smiles at me and I would have followed him to the moon if he wanted! Dad walks over and says, “Ah, a conquest already, huh?” “UUUUUHHH, no Dad, uuuuu” He laughs and says, “Bobby, you don’t have to hide, your Mom and I know and we both understand”

Quick, where is a rock I can hide under?

He wraps his arms around me and says, “Son, it’s OK. Go with Andrea, I think he is looking for a boyfriend too” OH GOD, how do parents know these things? Can’t they just wait until they are told, like in a hundred years?

He walks away, chuckling, like he does to some of Uncle Don’s awful jokes!

I catch up to Andrea and the two boys, Andrea looks at me and says, “You ok? You look kinda green?” We all head down to the beach, arm in arm laughing about nothing in particular.

After about an hour, Dad honks the horn on the jeep and waves for us to come back. He says, “It’s getting late, let’s have some tacos and enchiladas in the Cantina and then make our camp”

I look at him and say, “It’s not dog, is it?”

He stares at me and Andrea starts to whoop and holler, then he says something to Roberto and Stefano and they are practically rolling on the ground. Andrea finally catches breath and says, “Well, Maybe” and they all start laughing again, Dad included.

Dad waves us all into the Cantina and tells Roberto and Stefano that it is his treat. Wow, they are sat down at the table before the rest of us are hardly in the door!

I don’t know if it was dog or not, but it sure was good and Dad let us boys have ONE beer each!

We spent the night under a mesquite tree, it was so warm we all slept on top of our sleeping bags, well, Roberto and Stefano only had a blanket each, but we didn’t need anything more.

December 19, 2012

The next morning we had clear skies and almost no wind. Andrea tells Dad that he and I will go fishing and we will compare catches with him at lunch time. At that, we scuttle off to the other side of the village, where Roberto and Stefano are waiting for us beside a boat that looks more patch than boat! We look up to see Dad going by in a power boat and a guy driving it, he waves and yells, “I’ll have more fish than all of you put together!”

Andrea just snickers and starts putting poles and bait in the boat. We pick up the boat and carry it to the water, Roberto has a set of oars and he sits in the middle, with me in the bow and Andrea and Stefano in the stern. Roberto starts rowing slow and easy strokes and pretty soon we are going across the water at a pretty healthy clip, headed towards a good sized island that Andrea calls Isla Guardia.

We get about 100 yards off the tip of the island and Stefano throws out an old bucket filled with cement tied to a piece of rope. As soon as the boat settles down Roberto hands me a fishing pole and an old coffee can filled with chunks of meat. The meat smells awful, but he tells me something in Spanish, I kinda understand, its bait! There are 3 hooks on my line, so I bait them all and throw the line out in the water.

WOWEEEEE, something hit the line and almost ripped it out of my hands! I reel it in and all three hooks have fish on them. I start to take one off the hook and Stefano hollers and grabs my hand away! He picked up a small stick that was laying in the bottom of the boat and pushes it near the fish’s mouth – SNAP and the stick it in two pieces! Andrea just says, “Trigger Fish”

After that, I let Stefano take ALL my fish off the hooks!

We fished all morning and when we went back to the village, where we were to meet Dad, it took all 4 of us to carry that sack of fish that we caught! Dad was standing proud next to the jeep, he had a pan full of 6 fish! Andrea dumped our fish out and poor Dad gulped and then told us lunch was on him! Most of the fish we gave to Roberto’s Mom. Stefano lived with them, he just said that he didn’t have any parents, I didn’t pry.

As we were sitting down in the Cantina for lunch, it seemed like the whole building was jumping and things were falling off the shelf. Dad grabbed us kids and dragged us out onto the street. It was an earthquake! Roberto told us they had been getting worse in the last few days! We stayed out in the street for a while, there didn’t seem to be any more, so we went back inside to finish our lunch.

We just walked the beach in the afternoon and for supper, the lady in the Cantina fried up our fish, we shared with everyone there. They were sooooo good.

As we were walking out of the Cantina, the ground shook and rocks started tumbling down the hill, then it shook again, enough to knock us off our feet. We looked out on the bay, all of a sudden, the shallow part of the bay was drained of its water. Dad shouted, “RUN, run up the hill as fast as you can, RUN!” Andrea grabbed Stefano and I grabbed Roberto and we all clambered up the hill to the very top. All of a sudden, the water came back and roared up the street we had just been standing in!

The water roared through the Cantina and pots and pans and tables came floating out into the street. Dad said, “Maybe we ought to go back to San Quentin”, Andrea said, “You cannot drive that road at night, it is too dangerous!” So, we recovered our belongings and drove the jeep up to the top of the hill to spend the night with the idea that we would leave as soon as it got light in the morning.

Sometime in the middle of the night an even worse, more severe earthquake hit, tumbling down most of the building in the village and we could hear rocks rolling down the hillside above us. None of us slept anymore that night!

December 20, 2012

As soon as it got light, we could see that we were trapped in Bahia de Los Angeles. The whole mountain side had collapsed and covered the road with boulders, some as big as a house! The canyon that lead up to the top, was filled with rocks and dirt, the entire road had disappeared! There was no way out.

Dad tried telephoning out on his satellite phone, but he could not get a dial tone! After a while, he said that Andrea’s parents knew where we were and would tell the authorities to send help. All we could do is wait.

Nothing more happened that day, we had supper and again tried to get some sleep. There were strange groaning sounds all night and we could hear boulders rolling down the mountain, but there were no more earthquakes that night!

December 21, 2012

Just as it started to get light, the earth started to shake so hard we had to sit down or we would have fallen. Roberto looked out over the bay and he screamed! We looked up and saw the water racing out of the bay and as far as we could see out into the Gulf. The earth was making the most horrible groaning sound and the dust completely blocked out the sun. My watch kept working most of the day, until I was thrown to the ground and it smashed. The hands were stuck at 4 pm! We had not seen the sun for hours and a few people struggled up to our hilltop from the village, Roberto’s parents were not among them.

We spent that night on our hilltop again, with the survivors of the village, holding on to each other and giving what comfort we could to each other. We knew it was going to be bad, we were almost afraid to have the daylight return! As daylight grew, all we could see was devastation. The village was completely gone, hardly a sign of it ever having been there remained.

December 22, 2012

Andrea and I stood tall for Roberto and Stefano and then, I thought about Andrea’s situation. I hugged him and told him I was there for him too. Dad came over and hugged all us boys and said, “Well, I guess I have 4 sons now.” Had I not been holding onto Roberto, he would have collapsed in the mud. He kept repeating, “Mama, Papa; Mama, Papa” The tears were streaming down his face, I could see he was close to hysteria, so I said to him, “Help me dig some stuff out of the jeep so we can feed something to these people. They are OUR people now!”

That seemed to help him and we started some coffee, we found enough wood to start a small fire to cook some eggs and bacon. We didn’t have much, but so far, we had found only 10 people plus the 5 of us out of the entire village! A small girl started screaming and pointing towards Isla Guardia. It wasn’t an island anymore, there was land connecting the island to our shore.

As we looked northward, we could see the red glow of either a very big fire or it was lava. Since it was mostly desert, it had to be a volcano. We could see a red streak flowing down the cliffs and dropping into the water. Just then, another huge earthquake hit us, just to the south of us, the whole range of mountains collapsed into the gulf and then fiery lava started shooting into the sky.

It was too hazy to see across the gulf, but we could see a red glow directly across from us. More volcanoes! After a while, the earthquakes seemed to abate a bit, so Andrea, Roberto, Stefano and I hiked down to the shore and collected the still living fish that were flopping on the beach. We found some pots and pans in the wreckage of the village. On our way back to our refuge hill, we discovered a spring had opened and a small stream of fresh water was flowing down the hill and into the gulf. We collected some water and brought the fish up and one of the women started cooking the fish in a pan we had found. At least we had water and fish!

We took a count, out of about 150 people that lived in the village, 42 survived. We never found any bodies, so they must have been swept out into the gulf. It was a sad and bedraggled group huddled together at the top of the hill, hanging on to each other more for comfort than need. We were able to scavenge cooking utensils, a few blankets and some tools from the wreckage so the men and us boys built lean-tos for shelter and hung the blankets to dry.

We had young children, so as soon as we could, we got them to lay down and take a nap or, at least, rest in the shade of the lean-to. With all the smoke and dust in the air, night came quickly, all we could do in the dark was hug each other and lay down and quietly give comfort to those in mourning.

As I write this, I realize that in the last few hours I have grown up, a lot! My childhood has ended and my manhood begun at 16 years old!

December 29, 2012

A week has passed and a few more survivors have straggled in, but NOT Roberto’s parents. Our small group now numbers 60 people, but some are old and sick or have given up hope. They probably will not be with us for long. The air is thick with volcanic smoke and sulfur, at night the whole sky to the north of us is lit up red! So, also, is it the same across the gulf from us.

The seawater rests uneasily in the gulf, the level changes frequently, sometime by as much as 10 feet! We found a boat caught is some rocks, but Dad thinks it is not safe yet to go out on the water. We have been able to fish from some rocks, so we have plenty of fish to eat. Some bottles of cooking oil and some containers of spices washed ashore, so the women are able to make a tasty dish. I suppose we will get very tired of fish before too long.

January 15, 2013

I am not writing much, trying to conserve paper. One of the men hiked to the top of the mountain and found a cow! When he discovered that it had milk, instead of killing it for the meat, he made a rope out of some dead vines and led it down to us. Now, at least the small children have fresh milk.

We are marking the days off on the cliff face. We hope we don’t miss any, but, who cares if this diary is a day or so off?

March 1, 2013

Some more refugees have joined us, the villagers from Los Robles, north of us, walked down the beach and have joined our group. We now are 102 people. Dad has become the “head man” and I guess the villagers think of Andrea and me as his assistants. Anyway, everyone seems to ask us permission before they go and do something. Andrea and I got brave this morning and took the boat out to see if there were any fish left. We came back with a boatload, plus we found clams in the shallow water just south of Isla Guardia.

Roberto and Stefano uncovered several small gardens from our village and they carefully replanted the vegetables near the new creek, so they could be watered. We robbed some bird nests over at Isla Guardia, even though it is no longer an island, but they were not very good. One of the men from Los Robles said he knew how to tell fresh eggs from old ones, so guess what? He got the job!

October 1, 2013

At least we THINK it is that date. Constanzia and Sophia have taken over the gardens. They carefully set seeds aside for next year but we have plentiful supplies of onions, garlic, melons and gourds. They saved all the corn this year for seed.

A fruit, I think it is papaya, makes a great breakfast. It tastes great and had lots of seeds in it so we will grow those next year, also.

Dad still leads us, but his heart is not in it, he misses Mom and I catch him crying when he thinks I don’t see him. He has started to teach Andrea and me about surgery and simple medicines that we can make out of the plants and herbs that grow here. Some of the men tried to cross the mountains to get to San Quentin, they came back a few days later and told us the mountains were gone and it was a plain of lava as far as they could see! We are cut off from the outside world and we have seen no airplanes flying overhead?
A young woman, Maria, is pregnant. Dad thinks she is about 7 months, so he is teaching us about delivery and what to expect.

March 1, 2014

Dad is failing fast, his hands shake and I think his eyesight is going bad. This scares me, I am NOT ready to be the doctor for our people. Andrea feels the same way, we sit every day with Dad and he tells us how to prepare medicines and fix broken bones. Maria had her baby, a little girl. I delivered with Dad telling me each step of the way. There are 4 more women pregnant, so the next few months are going to be busy.

Andrea has organized the younger boys into fishing crews. The older boys, he has been sending out with the men to hunt. We found enough metal to make spear points and we fastened them to a straight mesquite limbs. They occasionally bring back a small deer and several times they have brought back live cattle that they find roaming the hills. We have milk and have been able to make butter and a kind of white, stringy cheese.

Our little group has grown now to almost 150 people. Some more refugees straggled in from another village that apparently had no name. They were mostly children and some were hurt, so Dad showed Andrea and me how to dress their wounds and set one broken arm. My Spanish, or more likely, Mexican/Indian, is getting much better and I can carry on a whole conversation now without Andrea having to interpret! Andrea and I are recognized as a couple now and nobody seems to have a problem with it. We are both 18 years old and we have taken Roberto and Stefano as our sons. They are both 14 and they are very close, the same as Andrea and myself!

Dad has become very close to us, I am worried about him.



March 1, 2015

The past year has been terrible, Dad died in his sleep. We buried him on the top of the cliff. Andrea and I have become even closer. The villagers recognize me as their Leader, though they just call me “BOBBY” I guess Andrea and I can call ourselves adults, we are both now 20 years old.

I have been teaching Roberto and Stefano English, after losing Dad, I am afraid the language will be lost if I don’t. Roberto has taken to calling himself “Little Bobby” and he wants to learn as much as he can about medicine. Oh, I wish Dad were here, I miss him so much.

Andrea has begun to teach some of the older boys how to defend our village against wild animals and other people who might want to hurt us. We have 165 people we are responsible for, including 5 new babies that I delivered the past year. The weather has definitely changed, we get plentiful rains in the winter and trees are growing on the hills around us. Each little canyon has a flowing stream and we dammed up one to make a small pond.

We have 20 head of cattle now, so we took a chance a slaughtered one young bull. We had a feast and then cut the remainder of the meat up and dried it with salt. We make the salt by letting sea water into a basin and then letting it dry. It is a slow process, but it does make pretty good salt.

We have a whole field of corn this year, it looks like it will be ready to eat soon. Andrea had to post some men and young “warriors” around the corn to keep the cattle out of it! There is plentiful grass, so they are NOT starving!

We still get an occasional earthquake and there is volcanic smoke up north of us still. Some of the men tried again to get across the mountains but they had to turn back as the lava is still too hot. We saw some people in a canoe out on the gulf and tried to attract their attention, but they didn’t see us. Andrea wants to build a stone tower and put some firewood up on the top as a signal. I will call a meeting of the village and we shall vote on it.

The villagers are now calling me “Jefe BOBBY” now. I hope that I can lead them well and keep them safe. Andrea has taken charge of a group we call Our Warriors. They are young men who guard our cattle and carry spears. We tried making bows and arrows, but it was a dismal failure!


March 1, 2016

Another year has passed and we have had 10 more children born to us! Young Bobby assisted me in the deliveries, he has an aptitude for it and has a very gentle touch. He is learning to make medicines from the native plants and has already set a broken leg on his own, with me watching.

We had a meeting of all the villagers and agreed to build a stone tower like Andrea wanted. It will be about 60 feet high when we get it completed and will have a small deck on the top with firewood that can be lit as a beacon. We have not seen any more canoes since the first one last year.

The cattle herd has grown and we regularly have meat now. Of course, fish remains our principal meat. We grow papaya, corn, onions, garlic, melons, gourds, and a kind of fruit that is like a plum. It can be dried and is very sweet. One of the men built a mud beehive and attracted a colony of bees, so we now have honey to sweeten our food. A woman showed me a plant that, when the leaves are dried, you can make a kind of tea with hot water. It is very good and has a strong “pick me up” kick!

There are some wild grapes growing in one of the canyons and some of the men want to try fermenting them. So far, most of us oppose that!

March 1, 2017

Our population continues to grow, there have been 21 births this past year, all of them were delivered by Little Bobby. We call him that because I am Jefe Bobby! A young boy, Nolo, brought in a young female dog near whelp. Much to Little Bobby’s delight, he got to “assist” the delivery, so now we have 6 puppies and 1 female dog. The puppies were immediately spoken for by the boys and were hardly weaned before they got carted off!

Little Bobby and Stefano are both 18 this year and they have been talking of “adopting sons”! The harvests were good this past year, we had to build a storehouse for the corn and melons. Our population is growing so fast, I am concerned about enough land to grow food. So far, we are ok, but everywhere I look, I see woman pregnant! There must be male dog around somewhere because our female is in whelp AGAIN!

An up and coming entrepreneur, Antonio, put together a crew and started building boats! They are quite clever, he fashioned wooden pegs and found an old crosscut saw to cut boards from the new growth pines that are beginning to flourish in the canyons. He has produced 3 boats, which he “rents” out for a portion of the catch! He then built a raft and rented it to some boys who wanted to rake oysters and clams! He has so much seafood now, he is giving it away!

Maria and her husband, Carlos are expecting again. He has started a fish drying operation, he salts the fish and dries them on racks he built. He traded some salted fish for salted beef, a whole community of business men!

Another year has gone by and we have not seen any more people in canoes.

March 1, 2018

We had some violent storms this past winter, heavy rains did quite a bit of damage to the homes. We have rebuilt, mostly with stone this time. We sighted a canoe filled with men and women, Stefano climbed the stone tower and lit the signal fire. They saw the smoke and paddled into our little cove. Their speech was difficult to understand, we later found that they were Turahumara People who had been driven out of Copper Canyon by volcanic activity. They stayed with us for several weeks and one of their young men remained with us after the group left, because of a girl, Rosa!
They promised to return, we gave them salted meats and some vegetables. They were delighted with our corn, it was much better, they said, than their own. They promised to return again to trade.

Our corn harvest nearly overwhelmed us, we had to build a second storage room to hold it all! As winter approached, the canoe people came back, this time with blankets, sandals and hats to trade for corn and some of our dried fruit. All of our blankets were quite old and we had no way to make new ones, so we felt lucky. Again, they promised to return for more trade. We learned they called themselves Miraposas and we told them we were Bajanos.

March 1, 2019

The Miraposas came back to trade again just before the winter storms arrived and we traded more corn, salted beef and some medicines for more blankets and clothing. They are a friendly people and there was much back-slapping when Rosa showed up pregnant! Her new husband, Corio, had a red face!

One of the Mariposas men, Corio’s father, told us that he would bring Corio’s Mother here before the baby was born. He was true to his word, about a month later, a smaller canoe with just 3 people in it arrived – Corio’s Mother and Father, and his little sister, Chesita. We made them welcome and they stayed until after the baby, who they named, Bobby, was born. Corio’s Mother was amazed that I, a man, delivered the baby, I showed her the medicines I used and she became very excited. Corio’s Father, Chey, explained to us, that Corio’s older sister had died trying to give birth and they lost the baby also.

They were in tears telling us this, I told them we would help in the future if we could get there in time. Little Bobby told us, he would go to their village and live there for a while to help them, so when Corio’s Family departed, Little Bobby went with them and Chesita stayed with us.

Stefano was heart broken, he sat on the top of the stone tower watching for Little Bobby. Weeks went by and Andrea and I were becoming worried about him, still, he would not come down except to eat. Nearly a month later, during a lull in winter storms, A larger canoe, laden with goods and people crossed the gulf and entered our cove. Stefano climbed down from his tower and ran to the beach, screaming, “BOBBY- BOBBY- BOBBY!”

Little Bobby walked up the beach with a huge grin on his face, laden with gifts, blankets, sandals, ponchos and hats. Chey and Corio’s Mother, Serena, brought foods, and gifts for all of us. Little Bobby had saved the life of Serena’s little sister, Cara, and her baby! Chey told me that their tribe wanted to trade with us regularly and they would like to have some of our children stay in their village and some of theirs stay in our village. It sounded great to me and Andrea. Stefano didn’t care, he had Little Bobby back with him!

June 1, 2022

There is much sorrow in our village, last year some canoes came in our cove. Thinking they were from Chey’s people, we welcomed them. Instead, they were RAIDERS! Our Warriors fought desperately and finally killed many and drove off the rest. It was not without cost, my beloved Andrea was killed, Stefano lost his right eye and many of our women were kidnapped.

Little Bobby has tried to comfort me, but I seem to have lost the meaning of my life.

Corio asked some men to go with him and they took a canoe to cross the gulf to seek assistance from his people. It seemed only a short time, Chey, Serena, Cara, Chesita and Cara’s husband, Mano, along with another canoe full of Miraposas Warriors arrived. Serena took charge of me, first she bathed me and cleaned the accumulated filth from my home, she made me eat as much as she thought I should have and then spent long hours just sitting with me, talking only when I wanted to talk.
The Warriors set up guard posts all around our village and Cara and Mano, sat and talked with each villager. Cara’s baby cooed and gurgled at all of us, even me. Finally, Serena grabbed my shoulders and shook me, “HOW CAN YOU DISRESPECT ANDREA LIKE THIS?” “HOW DARE YOU FORGET ALL THE GOOD THAT ANDREA WAS? THIS VILLAGE IS AS MUCH HIS AS IT IS YOURS!”
She was right, how could I do this? I stood up and called to my people, “We must speak of this, come, let us speak now” We all sat in front of my house and we finally decided to move our village higher up on the mountain and some of Mariposas would move with us. We would keep a small compound on the cove for fishermen, but they would have homes in the new village.

Little Bobby and Stefano adopted two boys, Manuel and Coli. Their parents were killed by the raiders, Manuel was 9 and Coli was 7. Manuel insisted on changing his name to Andrea, so Coli decided he would be Bobby! I was completely undone, I had been so deep in my own misery, I had failed to see the needs of the people who depended upon me!

June, 2024

We have prospered the last two years, the population has grown to 250 people! We are seriously going to have to find an area to produce additional food. It is fortunate that our growing season is so long.
I am 28 years old now, Roberto and Stefano are 22. Andrea and Bobby are teenagers now and are devoted to each other like their parents. I envy them, but I have reconciled myself to being alone.

With 250 people, I am kept busy tending to their hurts and delivering their babies. Little Bobby, who is no longer so little any more, has become a wonderful medicine man and caregiver to our people. He is loving and caring to our people and many times Mariposa people cross the gulf so that he can treat them.
We have had no further problems with raiders, but we have Warriors on guard duty all the time.

June, 2030

Little Bobby has started training his son, Bobby as a medicine man. He assists us both in caring for our people.
Some of the men cleared the ground south of our village to expand our farmland. I would guess we have about 75 acres planted in various crops. Fish and shell fish remain our principal meat, although we do have beef. One of the hunters found some goats that had gone wild and brought them to the village to raise, but a wildcat got into the pen and killed all of them.

Corio’s parents drowned while crossing the gulf. I particularly miss Serena, she put me back on track and saved my life. A delegation from the Mariposa people has been talking with us to move all our people across the gulf and combine the villages, we can think about that, but Bahia is our home.

June, 2037

A number of our people have moved over to Mariposa, we see them regularly as they come to visit family. Several boys have come to be trained by us in the making of medicines and birthing babies. One boy has been especially skillful in setting broken bones. There are almost 3,000 people living in Mariposa and they keep asking us to move there.

June, 2045

Our people have begun calling me “El Bobby” and Little Bobby has become Jefe Bobby. Bobby, I guess I should refer to him as Baby Bobby, is now the Medicine Man for our people!

We have held several meetings of our village, we now number over 600, and we have decided to move across the gulf to Mariposa. It hurts me to leave Andrea behind, but I am getting old now, I am 49 years old and it won’t be long before I see him again.
This book is nearly full, so we are going to sew it into a cover of calf hide and coat it with tallow. There is a cavity in the stone tower where we will place it and cover the entrance with pure white rocks. My final entries will be to tell anyone who finds it where we have gone.
I love you Andrea, wait for me, I will be with you soon.

TBC

 

 

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