Dream: Jimmy, or "He Who Walks The World"

Date: 7/1/2020

((Note: Felt like old west time period but I'm unsure.)) I was a young man of both English American and Native American descent. (I can't remember what tribe.) My English name was James "Jimmy" Harrison. My father taught me to use this when speaking with those out of the tribes. The name my mother gave me was 'He Who Walks The World.' She said that the night before I was born she had been given a vision that I would traverse the world, doing much good along the way. This was the name I was to use around the tribes. While my father taught me the ways of the English, my mother taught me the ways of her people. I learned both languages. We lived on the outskirts away from the main town. My mother passed just after I had reached adulthood. My father, having learned her culture beside me, did what he could to keep teaching me what he knew so that it was instilled in me. He passed away about a year later. I assumed from a broken heart. I stayed at our small home, working the farm as best I could, for a few more years. I'd trade with the people in the town below as often as was needed. They all liked me because of my parents. They had been there for me when my parents passed. Then the town changed sheriffs. A racist prick took over. He tried what he could to get me locked away but the town defended me. I eventually sold the farm to an old family friend. He knew how to run it and what could be done with the animals. I took my horse, a buckskin with a fire in him like my father's, and grabbed some supplies. I grabbed my father's old bow, arrows, and hunting knife. I also grabbed my mother's old journal on herbs and their uses to assist me on my travels. I had no actual direction but I had my wits and I had my horse. As crazy as that sounded, he was a great companion. We traveled far. Then one day we came upon a young girl, maybe 13 at most. Skin dark as night but her eyes… as bright blue as the sky on a sunny day. She held to her a toddler. Couldn't be older than two. She looked fearful but defiant. A fire I had rarely seen in children. "I mean you no harm." I told her in my father's tongue. She didn't look like those my mother would state it ok to use her language with. "We just lookin' sir. Just tryin' to get to shelter." She stated as she held the sleeping toddler. It was blazing hot and they both looked pretty beaten by their travels. I had shelter nearby that I had made. I dismounted my stallion and looked nodded to her. "Name's Jimmy. Might I know yours." "Susanna Quinn. This is Penelope Quinn, my sister." I nodded at that. "Would you like a ride to some shelter dear?" She hesitated. She didn't see reason to trust me, and I didn't blame her, but she had her sister which she had to care for.  "Will it hurt us? Hurt her?" "I will do my best to keep it from hurting you. I don't live far. But my horse can get us there sooner. That will give your feet a break and a sooner meal." Again Susanna hesitated. She eventually agreed. I took Penelope from her, repeating that she'd have her back in her arms once she was on the saddle. Once situated I handed her back Penelope. Somehow the toddler slept through all of that. It partially worried me. I climbed back on the saddle and we headed off. Faster than our walking but not too fast I couldn't keep these girls from falling off. Susanna didn't speak to me the whole time. She did whisper things quietly to her sister. We reached my shelter before noon. I helped them down and inside my little hut. Susanna stood as I pulled out the chair at my table for her. She looked at me in confusion. "Sit." I told her and she did. She sat, Penelope in her arms, now somewhat awake, and both looked about my small hut.  "Is this really alright?" Susanna asked as her sister squirmed in her arms. I closed the door to the hut, grateful my horse wasn't likely to leave, then nodded in response to her, "I won't hurt you. I'm just trying to help." I looked to her again, "Can she chew her own food?" Susanna nodded quietly. "Hold her own spoon?" Another nod. I smiled and got some stuff to cook up a hot meal. I grabbed a couple of old shirts of mine and some old pants. They weren't much but they'd be better than what the two were wearing. I took one shirt and fixed it up into a big onesie for the toddler. The other shirt I just slightly modified, as well as slightly modifying the pants, and set them aside. "After we eat, I'll take you both down to the crick for a bath and you can change clothes. I'll keep watch for any trouble. If you leave at that point, that'll be up to you." I told Susanna before gathering up the stuff for food. The meal wasn't big but it would fill their bellies. A vegetable and venison stew. Hot and filling. Something they both clearly needed as they ate their fill and a bit more. I worried about how long they must have been on their own. I took them down to the crick, gave Susanna the new clothes, gave her the soap, and took up watch. They didn't take long, and the clothes fit well enough with my modifications. The girls ended up staying. I learned what had happened. Their home had been ransacked, parents killed, them both hidden away till they could get ruining. Hadn't stopped running since. They were trying to reach the home of an aunt. She lived far though. When Susanna told me where I nearly dropped my bowl of stew. They still had nearly six months of travel to go… and that was if we used my horse. I grabbed some of my herbal remedies, as well as some meat from my hunt earlier, and we went into the nearest town. I sold to the local doctor and butcher for some coin. Used it to get a map. Got the girls better clothes and shoes too. Got them a small cake to split as well and headed back home. I showed Susanna the map. For the next week I taught her how to read it and about the herbs in my mother's journal. She soaked it all in. I took them with me to town once more, selling some stuff for coin again, and got supplies for a long journey. As we traveled I showed Susanna how to use a knife and taught her of my mother's people. Mostly at her questioning. Penelope absorbed what she could. She was only two. The journey was long. We had to deal with animals and bandits at points. Typically me finding ways to avoid them entirely. I tried not to stay too far when hunting. Leaving my horse with the girls to protect them. As we continued, Susanna had saved two wolf cubs. Very young ones. We kept them and trained them. They became protectors to Penelope and friends to Susanna. At some point in our journey we had gained favor with a nearby tribe. They gave us shelter as I explained the journey we had ahead of us. Told me of a path that would lead us through lands of the people. They gave us more supplies, for us and the animals, and sent us on our way. We were at the last month of the journey. Trapped by bandits. The wolves fought fiercely but we lost one. The other didn't last long. I assumed a broken heart but I wasn't sure. We held a small funeral for them before continuing our journey. Finally a week away. Only to be captured by a local tribe. Penelope was in a cage and Susanna had a rope around her neck. They weren't relenting. I was fighting to get to the girls. To free them. Penelope began to scream for me. This seemed to sway them. They freed the girls and I held them both to me. The two were in tears as I glared at the tribesmen who attacked these children. A lot of conversing later and we had a temporary shelter. We rested. The girls slept while I kept watch. I would not let anyone else touch my girls.  (Then I awoke.)