Gill McGillicutty

By Dale Stubbart

What would you do if your world was dying? What would you do if you had a vision and perhaps if you followed that vision, you could save your world? What if your vision took you to a new world? Once there you find your soulmate, but she doesn't speak your language and you don't speak hers.Will you keep following your vision wherever it leads you? Will she accept you for who you are? Will she help you save your world? Xeechagillapxtuurii jumps into the raging current to be carried downstream in search of his vision. He finds his vision, including the one he is looking for. But this world is totally foreign to him. Nobody understands him. Somehow he must gain her trust and communicate with them. Somehow he must get her to want to come back to his world to help him save it. Sylvia is a college student. She is holed up in her truck during the storm. When she sees a hippie being driven towards her truck, she responds as she always does when she sees someone or some animal in need. She opens the passenger door and pull some blankets from the back for him to wrap up in.What will she do with this stranger who has entered her life? How will she be able to communicate with him when nobody, not even the language professor can understand him? Rating PG13; Reading Level Very Easy 5th Grade; Longest Word: Representations

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dale Stubbart
• Release date: Feb 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201481438

Book preview

Flood

It was a spring flood , the kind where the winter snows melt rapidly and fill the nearby rivers and streams to overflowing. It was a spring flood such as was never seen before, nor seen since.

Xeechagillapxtuurii  had been on a vision quest. The village elders huddled in their teepee discussing what this vision quest could mean.

There were changes in the air all about them, subtle changes that only those sensitive to the changes could feel. But the changes were there. There was no mistaking it.

They all knew it had to do with the chief’s son’s vision quest. Well it was not the current chief’s son. Some years ago, when the chief’s son was young, a new chief had arisen in the village and placed himself as chief of the village, even though the village already had a chief.

This was rare, but not unheard of. When the chief of the village didn’t object, but seemingly gladly offered his seat to the new chief, who else could say No.

Xeechagillapxtuurii  was still referred to as the chief’s son, even though in all actuality, he was the former chief’s son.

Now Xeechagillapxtuurii  was twenty.

He had gone on his vision quest when he was thirteen as did all the young of the tribe.

He had gone on it again when he was seventeen.

Now that he was twenty, he was going on another vision quest.

He had spent the last three years with the shamans and medicine men of the tribe. Now he used that knowledge to aid him in his vision quest.

The changes in the air were somehow tied to the vision quest of Xeechagillapxtuurii . Nobody knew what would happen next.

The village leaders frowned. Xeechagillapxtuurii  should have been married by now, living a normal life. Instead, he was a loner and spent most of his time in the woods, studying the signs.

When he wasn’t in the woods, he spent time with the shamans and medicine men. Others had become shamans and medicine men in this way.

But somehow he was approaching it differently, too differently. There were those who didn’t like it.

When the flood happened, Xeechagillapxtuurii  knew what to do.

The snows brought the river near his village. Xeechagillapxtuurii  jumped into the flood. His constant friend Nanaputaaxalu, jumped into the flood also.

Some of the other young men saw how much fun this could be and also jumped into the raging current. The waves carried them downstream. The other young men clambered out soon enough and raced back upstream to enjoy the ride again.

Xeechagillapxtuurii  and Nanaputaaxalu  let the stream keep carrying them further away from the village. Xeechagillapxtuurii  knew that he had to let the stream carry him until he saw what he had seen in his vision.

Nanaputaaxalu  would keep an eye on him until he knew he was safe.

They let themselves be carried downstream, avoiding the boulders and debris as best they could, and trying not to get trapped underwater for too long.

The stream made a sharp square turn and merged with another, larger stream. Shortly after this, the stream went by a settlement. This settlement had permanent buildings, the likes of which they had never seen before.

Then Xeechagillapxtuurii  saw what he had seen in his vision on one of the buildings.

Actually, it was a green diamond on the side of a large king-cab truck with a camper shell.

But Xeechagillapxtuurii  had no knowledge of vehicles, and so couldn’t put it into those words.

He let himself be washed towards shore and waved to his friend to let him know he was ok.

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This might be the destiny of Xeechagillapxtuurii , but it was no place for Nanaputaaxalu . They would still be friends, but the friendship would have to be from a distance.

Nanaputaaxalu  caught the low hanging branch of a nearby tree and was quickly in the canopy, heading unseen for their village.

He would probably never see his friend again, and for that he