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Potawatomi Reservation UP
March 25th 2035
In spite of the early spring snow ten days ago, the afternoon was stifling hot as Redhawk walked out of the community center with Chaska, the casino security guard and his childhood friend. Redhawk thought he was the right choice to be the new tribal leader. He was smart, ambitious and a good guy. But most importantly, he had taken part in the battle two years ago, so he was among the few to know about the tribe’s relationship with the Bigfoot and their alien nature.
Redhawk spoke first, “I was amazed how readily the elders accepted the change, especially the older women. Made me wonder if I’ve been doing things wrong as leader.”
They laughed.
Chaska said, “I didn’t see this coming until you called me five hours ago. What changed?”
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