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The Other Side of the Mountain
The story of Jim Callingbird, a Native American man that serves his country in Vietnam and then returns home to find that he does not fit in anywhere. Because he married a white woman, the people on the reservation will not accept his family so he moves into the nearby town only to learn that they are outcasts there also. While away visiting friends, his wife and two sons are brutally murdered and he returns in time to carry their lifeless bodies from their burning home. The police are no help and tell him that he had been asking for something like this because he knew that Indians were not welcome there. After everyone had gone, he found Jess Foggle drunk, passed out, and covered with blood in his backyard. Jim takes the obviously guilty man to the police where the evidence is ignored and then the court sets him free on a technicality. Dreams haunt Jim for a year until he imposes Indian justice on the Foggle family in the hope that he might find peace within himself. He knew that in the white man’s world this act would mean that he would be a fugitive, so run he did, back to the reservation, the land he knew well.
After escaping from the Sheriff, the federal marshal, and even bloodhounds, a large bounty was offered for his capture. This large amount of money attracted his childhood friend Sam Little Bear, who went after Jim forcing him to enter into an unknown land that the modern world had not penetrated.
Make the journey with Jim and Sam and compare the old ways with the new. Decide for yourself which is best and learn what they discover on the other side of the mountain.
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Jim crouched behind the trees watching and waiting for the Foggle family to come out of their house. His dark complexion, shoulder length black hair and small frame made it possible for him to blend into his surroundings so not to be easily seen. He had been planning this for nearly a year and today he would avenge his family by killing all of the Foggles instantly with one push of a button. It was Sunday morning and Jim knew that the Foggle family would get into their car and leave for church, the same as they did every Sunday. He thought that it would be the right and proper thing to send Jess Foggle to hell on a Sunday.
While he waited, he remembered his wife, their two sons, and how they had died. He thought about how much he missed them, and how much of his own life had been destroyed by of Jess Foggle. He hoped that by avenging the deaths of his family the dreams that had tormented him for more than a year would stop. His thoughts were interrupted as Jess, his wife, and their three daughters came out of the house and got into the car. Jim waited until the car started moving, then pushed the little red button that he held in his hand. There was a tremendous explosion that shook the ground where he stood and Jim watched as the Foggle's car burst into flames and scattered into pieces. He took a deep breath and the odor of the fragrant flowers mixed with the smoke from the burning car to create a scent that he would never forget. He let out a sigh of relief that all had gone according to plan, and felt sure that the flabby little man with no neck would never kill anyone else. He hoped that the burning rage inside of him would go away and he might find peace within himself again. He had done his duty and enforced Indian law and justice where the white man's law had failed. He took a moment to peer up at the cloudless sky and silently told his wife and sons that he loved them. Jim was not a fool, nor was he stupid, and he knew that by the white man's law he was now a fugitive. So he ran back to the reservation of his people where he had lived most of his life and knew the land well.
He had planned carefully for his escape and had everything he needed hidden in the hills of his childhood homeland. Jim drove his beat up old car to the place where he had left his motorcycle, abandoned the car, and rode his cycle into the foothills. He was pleased with himself for making such a fast getaway knowing for certain that the law
would be only a short time behind. He rode the cycle to a small clearing at the base of the mountain where he had left his horse and some supplies. Leaving the cycle, he rode the horse into the mountains steadily going higher until the horse could no longer get good footing. There, he set the horse free and climbed upward on foot. Until now, he had left a
trail that could easily be followed, but now, he would be careful not to leave any sign of his passing.
By late afternoon, Jim had climbed up the mountain to a ledge where he made his camp. The high ridge had the advantage of overlooking his back-trail so he might get a few good laughs watching the fat lazy sheriff trying to track him. He leaned back against a rock and thought about what he had done and why. Jess Foggle had beaten the white man's justice system and gotten off on a technicality, but the Indian justice system had worked rather well, and Jim thought that maybe the old ways were the best after all. Nevertheless, in the back of his mind he remembered something his mother used to say about ‘Two wrongs don’t make a right.’