“Those
are skulls.” The artifacts produced unwelcome thoughts in Carolyn's
mind, fear following close behind. “Do you think that’s a
warning?”
Ben
felt a little unsure, too, but said, “I don’t think so. If I
remember correctly, the Indians' religion was based on different
animal totems. It’s probably what I said it is…a religious
marker.” Ben didn’t want Carolyn bugging him the whole weekend
about danger lurking in the shadows where none existed. He knew that
some Native Americans had strong connections to animal species, but
didn’t know if the Seminoles shared this heritage and he certainly
didn’t know if there was truly any religious connection.
“I
thought the Seminoles are Christian, mostly.” Carolyn was looking,
not paddling.
“I
think they are... now. Look at that thing. It’s been there for
years. The people who put it there probably have been dead fifty,
maybe even hundreds of years.” Ben spoke to himself as much or more
than to his wife.
Carolyn
looked over her shoulder so she could see Ben’s reaction to the
words she was about to utter. “Ben, do you think we ought to be
here?”
