A Novel by Kawika A. Stafford
Chapter 34
Traveling through Diné country Dwayne would naturally pick up a hitchhiker or two, but with Cyrus laying down in the back of the suburban it would have proven to be problematic.
Cyrus had a pallid complexion for the last couple of days, so Dwayne was cognizant that time was not to be squandered. Cyrus had managed to eat a small amount of fruit, and some coffee. Other than that he had no desire to eat. Dwayne by nature was relatively quiet.
However, being a human, the strain of Cyrus’ impending death was beginning to show on this young man’s face.
Shiprock Mountain was beginning to loom large in the distance.
It was a beautiful day. Dwayne looked at Cyrus through his rear view mirror. “The road is going to get a little bumpy uncle. Hang on Cyrus,” Dwayne said gently.
Cyrus raised a hand weakly in the direction of the two young men. Sonny Ray glanced at Cyrus, and then said to Dwayne, “So this is it huh? This is where Cyrus wants to die?” “Yeah, this is it,” Dwayne replied. Their eyes met briefly.
Dwayne began to decrease his speed as he left the hardtop, and so began their journey on this long dusty road.
They were to camp at a place that Dwayne had discovered as a teenager, when him and his friends were out riding their horses.
Dwayne always came to this place like a Muslim going to Mecca, or an Apache going to ceremony in Oak Flat, or like a wealthy man checking his financial portfolio. Sacred things were after all, in the eye of the beholder.
Shiprock Dike in of itself, is breathtaking. You had a sense of what you were not
when you stood out here on this land.
The two men slowly assisted Cyrus from the vehicle. There was not a stop sign for miles. With the exception of their incidental stir, the noise of modern life was temporarily suspended. This rare quality of hushed silence was something that Sonny Ray had not heard in many years. As they finished unloading their supplies
Sonny Ray was beginning to understand why Cyrus would want to come here.
The land was alive and evoked feelings of timelessness.
Dwayne had encouraged Cyrus to stay in the back of the suburban, but the old man insisted on his pallet being placed on the ground. As Cyrus put it, he wanted to feel the aloha āina near to his still beating heart. The wind blew periodically, causing the dust to swirl, like little tornado wannabe’s. Every so often a big dust devil would form, and then fade away into nothingness.
Shiprock Mountain rises up from the desert floor some, 7,177 feet above sea level.
From their view, you could easily recognize the great wings that spread out over the top of this sublime summit. Perhaps that was why Cyrus really loved coming to this place, and why he wanted to die here.
Shiprock Mountain is a sacred place.
The young men had not seen the black eagle since leaving the small canyon they had camped in the night before.
It would come though, as it always had.
The sun slowly slipped in the sky, and with it the life of Cyrus Keali’iwahamana.
The only thing they could do now was to sit and wait.
The sun would set in a few hours. And away his spirit would fly.
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