The side of the truck brushed my shoulder just as Joe, who was driving, laid on the horn. I was practically standing up on the pedals, pushing as hard as possible to keep going on the incline, when I realized they were speeding up. I reacted like I always did around the Cannons – every muscle in my body tensing with a rush of fear. I glanced back and saw John and Joe Cannon in the front seat. I was on my way home and on the steepest stretch when I heard a truck roaring up behind me.
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I’m still a year away from getting my driver’s license and have to ride my bike back and forth. My house is a little over three miles from my high school, halfway up the mountain that looms over the suburb below us. I wish” over and over, my mind fixated on getting even, for so many things. Night after night that figurine was the last thing I looked at before drifting off to sleep, practically chanting “I wish. Because if anyone deserved revenge, it was me – and the people close to me, of course. I always nodded when he said things like that, but nevertheless harbored a secret hope that I could somehow conjure the figurine’s dark power back. My grandfather was a true believer in Indian magic, and although he felt great empathy for the shaman he cautioned me that revenge was a dangerous thing and that too often it “unleashed a whole cycle of pain and suffering.” He said it had been used by that shaman in revenge rituals that caused many of the settlers to die in horrible, bloody accidents for several generations before its power waned. He was a descendant of the Kanawha tribe, and he claimed it had been carved from one of the mountain’s rare elm trees by an Indian shaman whose family had been slaughtered when this area was settled 200 years ago.
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My grandfather kept it in a jewelry box that was passed on to my mother when he died. I had been warned that the wooden figurine of the angry bear with his mouth roaring wide could get me into trouble.
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