Fish snuck another look at his watch.
It was now a few clicks the other side of two o’clock in the morning.
And not only was he one tired little puppy, he was also so full he could barely move. Close to two pounds of perfectly grilled Bison Porterhouse will do that to a person.
And despite the fatigue and distended tummy, Cik’ayela Wasichu and his buds were having the time of their lives.
They were all seated around one of the barbeque pits with most of the tribal council and some of their women.
Laughing, cackling, exchanging jokes and welcoming each other into the family.
The downside was, Fish had to suffer through Sonny’s re-telling the Pro-pahnay story four or five more times.
The upside was, by popular demand, the Big Dog got to do the same with his telling, re-telling and re-re-telling of Shawna, the wanna-be biker and her noisy beat-down of the guy and his friend a couple of days ago.
The deputy was embarrassed to hear her story recounted over and over again, but her hosts were enthralled with the tale, and with her.
Like most native American tribes, the Sioux were a warrior culture. And despite almost two centuries of official government pacification and housebreaking, those traditions still ran strong throughout the tribe.                                                                                                                                                                                             Males were raised and expected to hunt, provide for, and fight to protect their extended families.                 While females grew up responsible for everything else.                                                                                             But a woman who could hold her own in battle with any male was a force to be reckoned with.                     A highly valued and respected warrior.                                                                                                                           Particularly if she possessed golden hair and a face as soft as Shawna’s.                                                                 After the third re-telling of her episode with the wanna-be biker, the elders around the fire pit gave Shawna a fitting Sioux name — Nihun Osiceca.                                                                                                                 Mother Storm.                                                                                                                                                                       And Fish returned the honor, welcoming everyone around the fire into his tribe, and gifting each member of the council with their new, Jewish names.                                                                                                     In the eyes of the ten tribes of Israel, Sonny was now officially named Moishe.                                                   The other members of the council became Morris, Mendel, Sol, Hy, Izzie, Herschel, Lou, Dr. Barry Shapiro DDS, and Buys Wholesale.                                                                                                                                       And Fish saved the biggest honor for the head of the tribal council:                                                                         Rabbi Irving Teitelbaum.                                                                                                                                                     But that was hours ago.                                                                                                                                                       Right now, Mother Storm was leaning her head on Fish’s shoulder and fighting to stay awake.

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