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They reached a shabby house and the guard knocked at its door.
A voice from inside invited them in. Although it was obviously a
little late the man they met, an elder Indian with big forehead and
large eyes welcomed them and with a broad smile he told them
to sit and make themselves at home. Anton and George and the
two siblings sat in chairs and the sofa while, Binesi, the chief was
introduced to them by the guard who left to go back to his post.
“Who do we have here?” The chief asked.
“These two, Migizi and Miigwan are yours,” Anton said,
“and they are brother and sister; they escaped from the Kamloops
Indian Residential School and came to us. Migizi has committed
a crime, for this he ran away with his sister.”
The elder’s eyes were raised
“What crime?” he asked
“Of the worst kind: he killed a man, a priest and teacher
at the School.”
“Why? Indians don’t kill.”
“He had a reason for it and a good one,” Anton carried on,
“the priest he killed raped his sister…”
The elder chief stood up and coming closer to Migizi and
Miigwan; he asked them to get up; the youths obeyed. The chief
searched in both youths’ eyes, touched their heads as if listening
to their most secret thoughts, then satisfied from what he sensed,
as it was obvious in his smile he told them to sit down again.
“These are our children. We’ll keep them here and find
their natural parents so we can reunite them all as a family,” he
said to all.
“The RCMP might look for Migizi,” Anton said “perhaps
they might look for Miigwan too,” he added.
“No one will ever find them; RCMP has no right to come
in our land without my permission…no worries.
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