Sgt. Logan W. Johnson

Sgt. Logan W. Johnson had no idea what those kids were doing. All he knew was something had been dug up. Those eyes. Those haunting eyes. He had seen them before, in his dreams. She had visited him so many times. Always in the form of a wolf. She had been his spirit guide, since he was a child. He had come to rely on her. What was she doing in the form of a human? Not just any human, but the most beautiful human he had ever seen. He had to follow her. He had to know why she had come to him in the waking hours. Let alone what she was doing at Redstone Arsenal. Logan had been five years old the first time he had seen his lady wolf. He had fallen asleep under the oak tree near his house. His parents hadn’t worried about him, because they knew he would not wonder far from the reservation. Once sleep had overtaken him, he found himself in a strange forest. Their was a rippling stream near him to the right, and a grove of trees to the left, and straight in front of him. He saw the wolf then. She was just standing in front of him, only a few feet off. Then, the forest went dark. Clouds covered every inch of the sky, and he felt a storm heading his way. If he could just get across the stream, and into the field, he would be safe from falling branches. Slowly, he started wading through the stream. When he thought he would have been about half way across, he noticed he was no longer in the water. He was back where he started. Jolting awake, he realized it had only been a dream. Thinking no more of it, he headed home, going through the day as usual. That night, in his own bed, he found himself back in that strange forest. Again he saw his wolf standing in the forest in front of him. The stream looking inviting. She just stood their, looking at him. Once again, the sky started turning dark. The clouds covering every inch of the sky. As he had the night before, he tried to cross the stream, only to find himself back at the starting point, and awakening. Many nights went by. Logan was now used to going to sleep, and finding himself in the now familure forest. Each night he would try a different path to try to cross the stream, only to find himself thrown to the begining of his dream, and waking. Discuraged after months of this dream, Logan finally told his father about it. Wayne Blackbear looked at his son, with understanding eyes. "Ahh, your spirit animal has come to you my son." "Spirit Animal?" "Yes my son, in every mans life, he has a special totem animal that is his guide. My only sugestion to you, is that you follow this wolf. Let it guide you to where it wants you to go." Falling asleep that night, Logan thought of the words his father had told him. When once again, he found himself in that familure forest, we looked at his wolf, waved his hand and said "Let's go." To his amazement, the wolf took off into the woods. She had never moved before. Always just standing their proud as could be. Doing as his father had instructed, he took a few steps in the direction the wolf had taken off. The clouds started rolling in, and it began to grow dark. "Are you sure of this?" He heard himself say allowed. As if his wolf was answering him, he heard a howl. "I'm comming, i'm comming." Deep inside the forest, he would see a hint of the wolf here and their. Just out of his reach, but allways where he needed her to be. Finally, the darkness was lessening, and he was starting to see more clearly now. Or were his eyes just becoming accustomed to the darkness? It seemed that many days had gone by, when the wolf finally brought him to a beautiful clearing. It was a site that he could have never imagined existed. She had brought him out of the forest, and into the light. When he woke that morning, he realized that he had been to a place that few had ever dared to venture. She had lead him through the dangers of the forest, and had kept him safe. Many times his wolf had returned to him in his dreams. Each time takeing him somewhere new. He saw things he never drempt could exist. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that these were nothing more than dreams. The thought of these places actually ever truly existing was beyond fathom. Even for a child. Then his world changed. The Mexican Rebels came, and destroyed the reservation. He had few memories of what happened, except that he was crying near the oak tree, when he saw a wolf out of the cornor of his eye. She had come from out of his dreams. He knew what he had to do. He had to follow her as he allways did. His life was in her hands. Logan and the wolf made it eight miles from the reservation, into Watonga, where the Red Cross took him in. He vowed that day that he would find a way to destroy the Mexican Rebels. Once the treaty of the States was signed, and life was picked back up, an old tribe elder named WhisperingHawk took him in untill his eighteenth birthday. Army life came easy for Logan, and he assended the ranks easily. Scout training seemed to go far in this field. Soon, he was an even more skilled warrior than anyone could have imagined he would be. Now, here at Redstone Arsonal, he was seeing his wolf again. He knew exactly what he had to do. He had to follow her. © DripkaCartwright 12/14/04