Chapter Twenty-Two
Just before noon, twenty-seven members of the Occoneechee tribe entered the main quad of the campus. They were dressed liked dignified businesspeople, not like TV Indians. They carried two signs. One said, “Our Land is Our Land” and the other said “Stop the Sale.” They originally had a third which said, “Scalp the President,” but Tom said that was too much, that the Occoneechee had never scalped anyone, and it might be misconstrued to mean the President of the United States that might catch the attention of the Secret Service and distract from their mission.
All of the local television stations and cable news were there, of course. They had been promised some drama on a slow news day, and Tom had cleverly timed the brief march to arrive at the president’s office just a
