Thirty – TwoRickie Savage poked his head out from the opening in the thatched teepee, just like an American Indian. With the moonlight peeking through the clouds he had to squint to see across the water, the 'wetland' the museum people called it, to the big deck on the other side. Sneaking into the museum's back yard to play was not for kids. It took a smart guy. It took an American Indian.
The guard had been there, looking out the glass doors, a few minutes before, but was gone now. Good, Rickie thought. With the coast clear, he crawled across the grass to the edge of the American Indian Island, that's what Rickie called it, on the grounds at the back of the museum. There was a steamboat engine on display over there, a big one from a Mississippi paddle boat, and a steam powered boat, a d
