The Ghost Dancer
by Jim Green
Sure enough, like I thought I seen, there laid an old human skull lookin’ up at me and smillin’ with a toothless grin. You don’t run on to things like that every day, and, to tell the truth, I didn’t know exactly what to do.
I kicked it with my toe some then reached down, picked it up, and looked around tryin’ to figure out where it’d come from. I figured there musta been somebody buried next...