Two Indians48

While I was running, six or seven people recognised me. Two or three stopped and shook hands with me.

Just before the twelve-mile point, there was an Indian ahead of me. He turned around and shouted, “Are you an Indian?”

I said, “Yes.”

Then the man he was running with, an American, said, “He is the big boss.”

That Indian lives only three houses away from Sharon. She knows him.

RB 540. 11 June 1982