But Hunting Wind had enough from those crazy missionaries. He recalled the story clearly enough .. even if it seemed unbelievable that anyone would be foolish enough to follow a god such as that. He answered for Red Fox. walked him to his cross .. did they not? Dumb as a goat, your white-man’s god let himself be “They led out to the place of his death. Did he put up a fight? Did he called down his godly powers, the weakling? Did he?” A triumphant look filled Hunting Wind’s eyes. Knowing his one-time brother had gone mad. For taking up with this spineless god. walked him out. Jeered and mocked.” “They Hunting Wind snorted. they set free a murderer? Rather than freeing this feeble so-called god? Better a murderer “Hadn’t than a loser.” Shaking his head, Hunting Wind wondered at the folly of this weak-spirited faith. Who could be mad enough to follow a feeble-minded god like this? wonder they spat on him. Hardly surprising that his own people abused him as he passed “No …..” out of those clothes." “Get Hunting Wind had had Bodie released from the upright. He snarled at his white-man captive. Savouring the sharp wince as he lowered his arms. Bruised, battered muscle scrawled claws across his rugged face. Aching, hurting, Bodie worried .. how much had his own bullwhip broken skin on his back? How much was he bleeding? But his thoughts were quickly diverted as the truth of his predicament was disclosed. "In that book, in the pictures, your feeble god was sent shamefully naked to his death. Wasn’t he?" Hunting Wind was still going to mock Jacob with this mock crucifixion. "In those pictures .. walked to his death. Naked your white-man weakling-god died. Naked HE too shall go to." Hunting Wind’s scornful gesture flicked towards Bodie. him out of those clothes,” he snarled. “Get ➼ ➼➼ ➼ ➼ ➼ ➼➼ ➼ ➼
But Hunting Wind had enough from those crazy missionaries. He recalled the story clearly enough .. even if it seemed unbelievable that anyone would be foolish enough to follow a god such as that. He answered for Red Fox. “They walked him to his cross .. did they not? Dumb as a goat, your white-man’s god let himself be led out to the place of his death. Did he put up a fight? Did he called down his godly powers, the weakling? Did he?” A triumphant look filled Hunting Wind’s eyes. Knowing his one-time brother had gone mad. For taking up with this spineless god. “They walked him out. Jeered and mocked.” Hunting Wind snorted. “Hadn’t they set free a murderer? Rather than freeing this feeble so-called god? Better a murderer than a loser.” Shaking his head, Hunting Wind wondered at the folly of this weak-spirited faith. Who could be mad enough to follow a feeble-minded god like this? “No wonder they spat on him. Hardly surprising that his own people abused him as he passed …..” “Get out of those clothes." Hunting Wind had had Bodie released from the upright. He snarled at his white-man captive. Savouring the sharp wince as he lowered his arms. Bruised, battered muscle scrawled claws across his rugged face. Aching, hurting, Bodie worried .. how much had his own bullwhip broken skin on his back? How much was he bleeding? But his thoughts were quickly diverted as the truth of his predicament was disclosed. "In that book, in the pictures, your feeble god was sent shamefully naked to his death. Wasn’t he?" Hunting Wind was still going to mock Jacob with this mock crucifixion. "In those pictures .. walked to his death. Naked your white-man weakling-god died. Naked HE too shall go to." Hunting Wind’s scornful gesture flicked towards Bodie. “Get him out of those clothes,” he snarled. ➼ ➼➼ ➼ ➼ ➼ ➼➼ ➼ ➼