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name of the station he had chosen. Up until now the one place had been called White’s Fueling Station but when the new place was done it’d be called the Wolf’s Den, in honor of the clan we belonged to. He’d told me it would be his legacy for me and my children.
    I was honored my grandfather thought so highly of me and I’d told him so when he first told me of his plans. He then told me somewhat mysteriously that I did not know who I was yet. No amount of begging and pleading from me would get my grandfather to say anything more than that.
    I finished my breakfast and grabbed the items for school my grandparents had gotten for me. My grandmother stopped me and gave me money for lunch before I left. When I got into the truck my grandfather made sure I was belted in before he started the truck. The old truck bellowed to life with a backfire that left a trail of smoke and fire behind us. I was on my way to the white man's school and little did I know this day would mark great changes in my life.
     

Chapter 4 - The Beating
    Hogansburg was located about twelve miles up the road from Massena on route thirty-seven. It took about thirty five minutes on a good day to get from the outskirts of the reservation to the High School in Massena. My grandfather didn’t say much as he was driving me to the school. Before I had a chance to open the door he grabbed my arm and said, “remember Pasche, never be ashamed of who you are. Walk with your head held high and take no degradation from any man or woman.”
    I nodded at him and opened the door.
    “I’ll see you after school Grandpa.”
    I shut the door and watched while he drove away. Squaring my shoulders I turned to face the unknown. The building was relatively new. It had red brick facing and many large windows. It wasn’t long before I guessed that this was the gym building I was looking at. I dimly recalled my mother telling me that the main entrance was just to the right of the sport facilities.
    I rounded the corner when I saw her the first time. I don’t know why but I skidded to a stop and just stood there like a fool with my jaw hung slack. My brain shut off completely and I was suddenly a creature driven only by hormones. She was thin, almost lithe in appearance. That she was definitely female I could see by the shape of her body. Her hair was jet black. So black that the sun actually seemed to reflect off it. Her skin was not overly tan but definitely not as dark as mine. When she swung her head and looked in my direction I noticed she had midnight black eyes which seemed to stare deep into my soul. She stood at approximately five foot or five foot one to my own five foot ten. I had sprouted up considerably during the summer and had lost every bit of childish fat I’d been plagued with all my life up until now. She seemed to look right through me as if I wasn’t standing there, but I couldn’t take my eyes of her.
    As I was standing there several people pushed by and suddenly I was shoved from behind.
    “Move it you half-breed scum.”
    My brain reengage and I turned around and looked at the person who addressed me that way. I had to look down to see the kid’s eyes. I took note of the four other boys standing around him so I knew where he got his false bravado from. I guess there was strength in numbers. He reached out to shove me again. I stood my ground.
    “Is there a problem here?” A voice asked from behind. I swung my head around. The man was shorter than I was but definitely older. Judging by his receding hairline I guessed him to be in his late forties, early fifties.
    “No sir.” I spoke clearly, “No problem at all. It seems some people have some issues with coordinating their feet to walk around someone who’s standing in one place.” I shifted the books in my hands as the man looked past me at the group of five boys standing behind me.
    He cleared his voice and jerked his head in the direction of the building. The five boys dispersed in a