In the spring time, about the year of 1766, Running Fox was chief of this village. “Woman, I think I will take the boy, the Wolf, spear fishing with me,” he said.

The old woman replied, “That would be good.”

So Running Fox and his young son, Red Wolf went south to the lower part of Shooting Creek to spear fish.  As they walked along the path made by the great valley buffalo’s, Little Red Wolf said, “Father, you walk too fast.”

Running Fox said, “No, you walk too slow, boy. Pick your feet up.”

Little Red Wolf asked, “Father, will I ever be as big as you are?”

Running Fox replied, “In time Mother Earth makes us all grow big.”

They finally got to the place on Shooting Creek where they were going to spear for fish and Running Fox began to show Little Red Wolf how it was done. Running Fox got a few fish with his spear and Little Red Wolf asked, “How do you know where they are at?”

Running Fox said, “By listening to them talk.”

Little Red Wolf said, “I don’t hear them talking.”

To which his father said, “That’s because you are doing all the talking. You have to learn to listen to the fish talk. Just like everything on Mother Earth, they will talk to you if you just listen to them, then you will have something to say.”

“Yes, father.”

“You are a good boy, but you are very much like the Horn, when three seasons ago, he came spear fishing with me about the same age as you.  His father, the Shaman, had gone to the peace village to meet with some other shamans of some of the other villages and was gone for a few moons. He had grown into a fine young boy, killing the Great Valley buffalo by himself and cutting off their horns. He will surely take his father’s place someday."

“Will I take your place someday, father?”

“Yes, when I go to live with the spirits, Little Red Wolf, you will take my place. The Shaman has told me that one day your son and his sons will call our name out among our people.”

“Well, it looks as if we have too many fish, but father, I did not get one.”

“Just pick up your spear from the water, my son.”

“Father, I have a fish.”

“So you have. Let’s go to the village and get your mother to smoke the fish.  Not so fast, Little Red Wolf."