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It was the middle of summer, hot. The 5 boys, Bobby, Billy, Charles, David, and Stanley, were set to go camping for a week. They had found the place while hunting last Fall; a small creek that flowed through the National Forest, opened into a wide deep pool. On one side a spring added clear fresh water to the brown tannic flow. The pool was almost a perfect circle, perhaps 50 feet across. The creek flowing out of the pool ran a little faster than the water from just the creek flowing into it. On the spring side. the ground was carpeted with pine needles, dry and free of the soggy side growth of ferns and water plants. All they needed was their camping gear and food for the times they got tired of the fish that were abundant. They could explore and swim to their hearts content. There were bears but they doubted they would be bothered, besides, at 17, they were invincible. They were well known at the Ranger Station and had been on hand to help during the last fire season. It wasn’t hunting season, but the Ranger had said they could bring a couple of guns, just in case. They were experienced at being out in the woods, although not usually so far in. They had given the Ranger an approximate location of where they intended to be. They were cautioned about taking care of their camp fire. At this time of year, the afternoon rain was almost everyday, so there was little danger of setting the woods on fire. They drove in as far as they could on the trail, the Ranger’s had followed in their truck, and one drove their jeep back out to the station. They would be back, without fail, in 10 days. Now, they were on their on.

They were excited as they followed the trail to the spot they had marked to turn off towards their camp site. After leaving the trail they each cut a walking stick from a stand of almost perfectly straight growing maples. They trimmed them up with their hunting knives until they were about as perfect as could be made. Each came to about the owners eye and was sturdy enough to bear their weight. They used them to knock the bushes and weeds away from the trail. The Rangers would have been proud to see them set up their campsite and get everything in order before jumping in the pool. They found some good sized limestone rocks and laid out the fire pit, set up their tents and cached their food. Then they stripped down and dove in. The water was cool and felt good after the long trek through the woods on the faint deer trail they had followed. When they were refreshed they got out. The sun and light breeze soon had their naked bodies dry. There were still a few chores to be done before they were completely set up, and they could see the clouds gathering. They had a small camp stove, but the fire pit was where they planned to cook their meals, so they needed a good supply of dry wood. Out in the mostly pine forest there was plenty of dead kindling, and down along the creek there were hardwoods that would make a good cook fire. The afternoon showers wouldn’t really get the wood too wet and it would dry quickly enough. The camping trip had been well planned; in each pack they had brought flour, sugar, salt and pepper, and some baking powder. Dried food they had, as well as a few cans of beans, but fresh fish would be real tasty. Bobby and David were sent to see if they could catch supper and gather some huckleberries and with luck they might even find a few early black berries, while the others went to gather wood. They made a couple of poles from the long willows that grew along the creek. They carefully selected the sapling and removed the side branches and leaves. The finished pole was about 12 feet long; they would be able to stand away from the creek and get their line in without scaring off the fish. Each boy had brought two small sets of fishing line as well as hooks. For bait they caught grasshoppers. In less than an hour they had a dozen hand sized brim strung on a length of cord. They hung them in the cool spring to wait until they were ready to be cleaned. Along the edge of the glade they found the huckleberries and brought back enough for them all to have a heaping handful for desert. The rain started about 4:00 and they ducked under the large tent they had made by stretching a tarp over a line run between two trees. While each had set up his own little tent, this was going to be their gathering area, where they could talk, play cards, read or write in their journals.

David was still trying to dry his hair from the swim when the rain had started. Everyone else had gotten a crew cut, it would be cooler and easier to take care of out here. The rain only lasted about an hour and passed on. The sun came out and the breeze picked up a little. The weather report before they left said they might have a few cooler days that were going to be dry, but it wouldn’t last long. A fire was started and preparations made while the fish were being cleaned. Soon they were sizzling in the pan over the hot coals left from the fire. Over the meal they laid their plans out for the next few days. They wanted to explore up and down the creek for possible hunting that fall as well as each would be recording their experience of being on their own for the 10 days.

It was the next day as they were getting out of the pool that David said he wished he had listened to them when they said they were getting crew cuts. His dark black hair was shoulder length, which he kept in a pony tail when they were out exploring. He had let it hang loose the first day, but found it was hot and seemed to gather trash like velcro. He sat there trying to comb the tangles out and get it dry. Bobby took out his hunting knife and said he’d be glad to shorten it for him. "Thanks but no thanks. I’ll just deal with it ‘til we get back to civilization." Stanley said they should come up to the shade. As they walked up, he went by each of the others and told them what he had brought. David was lagging behind, still working with his hair. Stanley was going through his gear and the others were standing around like they were waiting for something when David ducked under the edge.

He was quickly taken by surprise. Billy catching him around the waist and taking him down onto the mat they had spread out for a floor. David struggled, he was not the smallest nor the weakest of the group. He was however, outnumbered, and together they managed to hold him still. "Ok guy’s, what’s going on?" "You’re about to get that haircut you should have gotten before we started out." Stanley grabbed a handful of hair from the side of David’s head and with the pair of scissors he brought cut a good hunk of it off close to the skin. David visibly quit struggling. "Why didn’t you just say so. Let go. I’ll sit still. Let go!" They let go and sat back, carefully watching that he didn’t try to jump and escape. Although what he would have done with a hunk of hair hacked out of one side.... David was pretty vain about his hair. He sat up. "Let’s go outside though and sit in the shade. Then we won’t have hair scattered around in here." He got up and went outside. There was a log laying back under the pines. David sat on that. "Come on. I’m waiting." Stanley brought the scissors and another bag, looped around his wrist. He finished cutting David’s hair on the sides down as close as he could with the scissors, then he began on the top. He held it up and lopped the hair off, leaving about 2 inches across the top. When he had done almost all he could with the scissors, Stanley gave them over to Billy and opened the bag. Out came a pair of old fashioned hand clippers. They looked like electric clipper blades attached to a pair of handles. Closing and opening the handles made the blades pass back and forth over each other. Without a guard, the hair would be really close, maybe a sixteenth of an inch. The clippers worked smoothly over the sides of David’s head. "Now, hold still." Stanley began to work on the top. About an inch to the side of center he pushed the clippers, working the handles back and forth, towards the back. Then another pass and another. Then it was repeated on the other side. When he was finished, David had a one and a half inch wide mohawk that stood about 2 inches high. It tapered to a point at the back. When Bobby saw how the haircut was going he went back to his tent and brought back his tube of shaving gel and his razor. "Might as well finish this right. David sat there silently as his head was lathered over with the gel. Bobby shaved the sides smooth and made the line along the edge of the mohawk perfect. Charles had brought his camera out and took pictures. Fortunately is was a digital with a 2 gig storage unit. David’s hair was black which now made the pale skin on the sides stand out. "Don’t worry," Stanley said. "I brought plenty of sun screen." There was only a small 3 X 4 inch hand mirror for David to see how his mohawk looked. Only when Charles had downloaded the pics to his laptop did he get a good look at it. He didn’t say anything. Just stared at the pictures.

They started calling him "Hawk" the next day when he picked up a Red Tail hawk feather and fastened it in his hair. Billy was a fair artist and got David to pose so he could draw his likeness in his journal. When they were out in the woods, Hawk wore jeans and a shirt. There were ticks and bugs. They checked each other over carefully each day after their swim to make sure there weren’t any clinging on. In camp, Hawk took a piece of cord and fashioned a breach clout from the legs of a pair of Levi’s’s that had gotten snagged. While a couple of the others had let their face hair grow, Hawk meticulously shaved his face and the sides of his head twice a day. Three days before they were to head back, he shaved his eyebrows completely off. It looked funny, white patches over his eyes. The rest of his head had tanned completely. Every chance, he would lay down face up, so the sun would darken his skin. The morning they were to leave, Stanley tried to talk him into letting him clip and shave the mohawk off, or at least cutting it down real close. David would have nothing to do with it. The morning they left, David had his loin cloth on, he got his pack together and started off before the others, afraid they might try to cut his hair for him. The jeep was there as well as the rangers when David walked up. They didn’t recognize him at first. He had stopped and changed out of his ‘Indian’ outfit. He told them the others were a little way back but would soon be there, "can I ride back on the truck with you guy’s?" It was almost a half hour before the other’s arrived. The ranger made sure they were all ok and loaded some of their gear on the truck while they climbed into the jeep. David sat on the back of the truck, a determined smile on his face.

Now he was glad he had driven his Ford Mustang to the Ranger Station. With a word of thanks to the Rangers, David put his gear in the ‘stang and drove off. Nothing to his friends. There were two stops he wanted to make, one the leather shop, where he found Ted getting ready to close. Ted took the time to talk with David, he admired his ‘hawk and they finally got down to what he was there for. David wanted to work there and learn how to work with leather. He had in mind making a leather outfit, shirt, pants and jacket. David said he would work for minimum in exchange for the learning and perhaps help in paying for the leather. Ted was pleased. He was getting older and help that wanted to work with the leather was hard to find. There were folks that would ring the cash register, but showed little interest in the goods. He agreed. David could start the next Monday, he had a lot to learn. They shook on it. David’s next stop may have seemed unusual, it was at a body piercing shop. He had both ears pierced and silver titanium rings put in.

Only when he parked the car did he begin to think of the consequences of his impulsive behavior that began when his hair was shaved into a mohawk. His parents were aghast. His dad told him to take the earrings out, his mom cried over the loss of his long black hair and asked why he had shaved his eyebrows off. David turned away abruptly and went to his room. His dad came when he heard things being tossed on the floor. "What are you doing?" "I guess I’m leaving. I don’t feel like I belong any more. I’ll find a place to stay and then you won’t yell at me and mom won’t cry and wring her hands. I’ve changed. I feel it deep inside." His dad started into a tirade. "THAT’s what I’m talking about," he said as he continued to stuff clothes into an old suitcase. His dad stood there a minute and then left. His mom soon appeared. She finally talked him into staying. But, he would have to let them get used to "the new David." He told her he had gotten a job for the rest of the summer, he intended to keep the mohawk, and he said he was planning to become a Forest Ranger. The rest of the summer was a trial for his parents. ‘Surely when school started and he got back with his friends this ‘nonsense’ would stop,’ they thought.

The next day, David spent most of the day on the computer and at the library. He was researching ‘Native American’ people who might have lived in this area. That night he talked to his dad about his ancestors. His dad grudgingly, it seemed, began to explain his forbears. He was really surprised to find out that his grandparents weren’t really his grandparents, but his great uncle, who was a half brother to his grandfather. His own real grandparents had been Cherokee. They had died of the flu when his dad was only two and he had been raised, if not adopted, by his uncle. He thought of them as his mom and dad. That was where the coal black hair came from and was the reason David didn’t have a lot of body hair. On Sunday, he went with them to church as usual. There were a lot of heads turned, eyebrows raised, and wondering questions whispered. David didn’t care. That afternoon he began to research his real grandparents culture. It was a clue as to who he wanted to become.

David worked hard all summer at the leather shop. He learned all about leather, tanning, and how to maintain it. Ted said he would help him tan a couple of deer hides for his outfit, if he bagged his limit that fall. Then he could make real authentic regalia. David killed a good sized buck and a doe during the early bow season. Then using patterns he had found on the internet he had fashioned his ‘regalia’. David had done a lot of computer work and had even registered his dad and himself as members of the Eastern Band of the Cherokee Nation; his father was full blood. That had allowed him to keep the hawk feather he wore in his mohawk.

When school started, the teachers tried to make him get rid of the mohawk, grow his hair or have it cut in a crew cut. They had no luck. He was over sixteen and said he would drop out of school. They knew he was too good a student for that and they gave in. After all, there were other students with shaved heads and pierced ears, and David was always polite, quiet, and respectful. He studied even harder and made the honor roll every grade period in all of his classes his senior year; he even joined the honor society. He came into his own after the New Year. He played soccer and joined the track and field team. He excelled in the distance and cross country running, the javelin throw, and archery. To the shock of the Principal and the School Board, but not particularly his teachers who saw him every day, he was voted the Valedictorian of his class.

He continued to work for Ted at the leather shop, although he took two weeks off to visit the Qualla Boundary. He came back all fired up, with every free moment honing his woodsman skills. He built his own bow and worked on perfecting his arrow making. He probably never would be an arrow head craftsman, he preferred sharp steel heads anyway. He also spent time with the Forest Rangers when he could. While they thought he was a little weird, they liked him for his attention and willingness to help. That fall, David began his college courses majoring in Forestry. A degree was the only way he could be hired full time as a Ranger. There were all the usual college courses as well as Forestry Management.

David hadn’t much time or thought about girls. That soon changed. In his forestry class was a girl 2 years older than he. Clara would be described as handsome rather than pretty. She wore her hair in on long braided pigtail that hung most the way to her waist. She wore ‘sensible’ clothes that a woman used to living on a farm at the edge of the woods would wear. She was caught by his handsome good looks and the mohawk. At first she was puzzled by the mohawk and the earrings. He sometimes wore his deerskin pants and jacket, especially as the days got cooler. She was drawn to him as iron to a magnet.

It wasn’t long before they ‘discovered each other’ working on a project collecting data for their research project from the forest. Clara was determined and he was dogged in their research. Soon she had invited him out to her place, (she had inherited 280 acres of woods and pasture, one boundary was the national forest). It was a large timber house, two story, with 4 bedrooms and two baths. One of the bedrooms had been turned into a library/computer room. It had everything of a modern office including a good computer and a wireless link to their laptops. He was shy at first, but it was a good place to study. He almost backed off when she asked him to spend the night. There was no one there but her. Most of the acreage was leased out, that paid the bills and her education. Their relation was strictly platonic. She told him he could have the room down the hall, bring some of his clothes out to change or "just move in". After Thanksgiving he moved into the spare room on the condition he could pay some rent and help with the groceries.

Right before Christmas the relationship began to change. He had taken her on a couple of his ‘hunting’ trips into the forest. She was quick and quiet. He enjoyed her company. One day there was the first kiss, just a little peck really. But the follow-up was a breath taker. They were soon in the third bedroom, exploring each others body. David was lean with firm muscles across his chest, arms and legs. He had a small waist and hips. Clara was sturdy, nice tight breasts with nipples that perked out when touched. There was no fat on her nor had she started to spread yet. They fondled each other, kissing and stroking. His fingers found their way to her cunt which was warm and damp. His cock was extended and hard. Both of their experience with sex as teenagers had been sort of slam bam thank you ma’am. Now he took his time until she took his cock and guided it into her waiting, now dripping, cunt. Ever so gently he pushed it in, three long thrusts, three shallow, 6 deep. Clara soon shuddered as her excitement built into orgasm. Then another as he continued to pump her and suck on her nipples. His own climax came a little later. Both were thoroughly aroused. His thrusts deep, her hips raising to meet him, demanding. With a cry he shot his hot cum deep inside her while a final orgasm shook her and made her moan it ecstacy. They lay together, gently stroking each other, whispering their love. It wasn’t late, they hadn’t eaten yet, but they fell into a quiet sleep still holding each other. A couple hours later he stirred and she woke. They kissed and told each other how much they loved. They showered together. She marveled at his near hairless chest, arms and legs. His Indian ancestry. But yet he had a ‘magnificent’ mohawk. David now kept it only about an inch and a half high across the top of his head, the sides clean shaven, but from the crown to his neck the hair dropped like a horse tail below his shoulders. They went down to the kitchen, had a late snack, and then headed back to bed.

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