It’s not all tomahawk throwing & telling tall tales around the campfire out here on the romantic Virginia frontier, not by a long shot ….
Day to day life at the fort is just a bit more prosaic. Take Two Hawks here, passing an idyllic Spring morning mucking out the sheep pen — ah, that redolent rural air — Even a footloose Shawnee brave has to wade into it once in a while. It will take fifteen or twenty wheelbarrow-loads to get the pen cleaned out, followed by a liberal scattering of lime and clean straw and filling the feed trough with fresh hay.
Meanwhile twin lambs Polar Bear & Panda Bear inspect the first load, prior to its dumping on the fallow garden plot.
At the end of it all, Two Hawks takes a well-earned breather, sits on a stump, pulls a knife from his sash, examines its keen glistening edge in the morning light, and sets to scraping the muck from his mocassins.
