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Indian Blanket.

Indian Blanket.

Nature’s stage is filled with drama.

Winter doesn’t leave easy, and summer doesn’t enter before Winter takes its last bow.

I recall during a trip through the jagged peaks in Colorado I was traveling with a trusted Indian guide, we wanted to up to a meadow that had some good trapping and a fast moving stream that was rumored to have gold nuggets that would tumble down from high up in the mountains when the glaciers would start to melt from the Sun’s rays that would be unleashed once the dark gray clouds drifted apart.

We walked for almost three straight days before we set up camp next to a stream that was so cold you could feel the cold air from it as it gushed passed the banks that were lined with boulders the size of yearling mule.

If the water splashed your skin it’d feel like fire. Now that don’t make sense, but when those bits of icy water hit your warm skin…it feels like someone tapped you with the hot end of their cigarette.

My Indian guide was Anpao, and he gave me some insightful advice about Spring and Winter:

“There isn’t a lot a man can do when he’s stuck up in the mountains and the snow grips the land in it’s icy clutch. You wait for the drops of warmth from the sun that also must wait- For the stubborn old man of winter to leave before it can release all of the heat it wants to give the earth.”

It was something like that. I don’t one hundred percent Apache, but I was raised in Fort that had done a lot of trading with them, and I was able to pick some of their language from a young age and kept talking to them whenever I could.

We waited a few days for the dark, grey clouds to leave the sky, and once they did it was like someone came by everyday and started painting the meadow.

The grass got real green, the water was going from a greenish brown to almost a sky blue, yellow flowers with white centers, bushes with dark red berries and white rabbits that were turning brown.

It’s something to see when it all starts to happen.

The silence is broken only by the wind as it dances through the popple and White Birch trees, and the air certainly is pure. It makes a man feel young, healthy and ready for anything. It makes him feel like he can do anything without any doubt in his mind.

It’s like drinking Whiskey, without actually drinking it.

I don’t remember how long it was exactly, but it might’ve been on the second day of full sun that we decided to follow the stream up into the mountains. We walked for the better part of the day and followed some animal tracks until they disappeared. Anpao said that once the tracks disappeared that meant they couldn’t get a good drink from the stream, and that’s where the water either runs too deep, or has to many boulders on the bottom which make for treacherous passage, but it also has the most pockets that those gold nuggets will tumble into and can be scooped out with your hands, or a net.

It sounds like easy pickens, but if that were true there’d be a few Saloons and hotels pretty damn close, not to mention all the prospectors that’s be forkin’ over their gold jut to drink and dance.

Anpao walked over to a large boulder and hopped on top of it and started searching the water for bits of gold that might be reflecting the Sun’s light. He was up there for a little while then jumped down and looked at another boulder before jumping on it and started the whole thing over again, but he wasn’t on the second boulder for long and then jumped off and walked over to me.

He didn’t see any gold.

We decided to start walking back to our site, but I saw something sparkling in the water up in front of us. It wasn’t yellow, it looked more like pieces of a window. I pointed at what I saw and started running toward a low bank that had no rocks, no boulders and no bushes. It was a little gullet that had been carved out by some passing trappers. They must’ve been trying to set some traps for the coyotes or maybe the fox. It was all cleared out, and flat. The sand was firm and we could walk on it and reach down to whatever the sparkling rocks were.

The moment my hand went beneath the water it felt like nothing but ice and pain, but as a couple of them shiny rocks touched my hand I knew what they were.


We hit a different kind lode, even more rare than gold and ten times more valuable.

The pain of the ice water didn’t stop Anpao and me from wading into the water. Hell, we went up to our waist in the half-frozen water just grab all the diamonds we could!

My pockets were full, and I had some in my hands too, I looked at Anpao and he was grabbing as much as me, and for the first time I saw him smile. Hell, that’s the first time I saw any Indian smile.

We were like two kids playin in the water.

When we got our fill we headed back to our camp and started lookin’ at what the riches we scooped up.

It was at that moment I hear some rustlin’ in the bushes. I didn’t think twice about taking my gun out and shooting into them. I stood up and yelled out for whoever was there to show there faces, but I stood there fer awhile and got no reply, so I fired off two quick shots again.


I looked at Anpao as he was rolling up his blanket. He was motioning for me to get my stuff together and get out of where we were. I gathered up my diamonds and stuffed into my pockets, and that’s when the mangy coward appeared.

He was pointing his rifle right at me. I could see some blood down by his thigh where one of my bullets must’ve grazed him. He was lookin’ right at my hand that was holdin’ some diamonds.

“You want these?” I asked.

He smiled and fired his gun at my feet.

I guess he thought I’d be scared and drop the diamonds.

He was lookin’ at my hand again and pointed his gun at it.

I told him: “If you want’em, you don’t have to shoot my hand off.”

I looked at Anapao. His smile was long gone.

I whipped those diamonds as hard as I could over my shoulder, and then I told the bleedin’ coward:

“Go Get’em!”

It was at that moment I saw an Indian blanket whap that sneaky coward up side his scrawny, lack jawed head. He fell down with his head layin’ on my feet. He weasn’t out cold cause was rubbin’ his head.

I picked up the blanket, but it was damn awful heavy. I carried it in my arms like I was holding a baby lamb. There was more than just cotton in this blanket.

As I scurried over to Anpao, he told me he placed his diamonds on his blanket and rolled it up.

We could hear that ol’ desert dog startin’ to moan as he stood up. I gave Anpao his blanket and he strung up behind hid saddle, I jumped on mu horse and and poked him on the sides and headed straight for the Dude that tried to rob me. I pulled up hard on my horse’s reigns, and yanked his jaw to one side.

My horse was mad and was stompin’ his feet as he was flinging his head up and down while spinning in tight circles. That ol’ Desert Dog didn’t what was comin’ at him. He was knocked down, and kicked at by horse that just wanted to try and get me off his back.

I whistled real loud, and let loose on the reins.

My horse was standing right over the cowering robber. I my horse’s ribs and pulled gently on the reins and swung around and rode out of with Anpao at my side.

I think we rode a good half day without stopping for water, or anything, but we couldn’t take no chances ridin’ around with an Indian Blanket…filled with diamonds.

We made a pact not to go back and get any more, and we split the wealth evenly.

That happened a long time ago…I don’t know what happened to Anpao, but he let me keep that blanket he used to hide our diamonds and wallop the Desert Dog with.

I don’t look at the blanket and think about my riches.

I look at that blanket and I think about my friend and the adventure we had…

I’m pretty sure I’d trade my money in, just to back out with Anpao one more time, and it’s not about finding gold or diamonds.

A good friend like him is worth more than a mountain full of Gold and Diamonds.

The End.

Indian Blanket.

A cowboy and his Apache friend take to the hills in search of diamonds that are rumored to tumble down-stream in the fast moving waters that are so cold it freezes your skin the moment you dare to stick your hand in to grab the bouncing, sparkling rocks that hold the most valuable mineral of them all. The Apache know how to determine where the diamonds might be, and the cowboy and his friend locate a place where the pickings are easy, but it's not to long before they are found out by a passing Desert dog that feel lucky enough to try and rob them of their new found wealth. The Desert Dog is so eager to take the diamonds from the cowboy, he forgets about the cowboy's friend and is ambushed not by gunfire or even a thrown fist, but is knocked down by a blanket, an Indian Blanket and then is nearly trampled on by the cowboy and his horse.

  • Author: Von Kambro
  • Published: 2017-09-21 03:20:16
  • Words: 1552
Indian Blanket. Indian Blanket.