Chief Crazy Horse: A Narrative Fiction

Bam! Bam! Bam! The sound echoed in my ears. Brad, my neighbor, had been at it all morning long. I don’t think he’s ever going to get that barn finished! It’s no secret that Brad and I don’t get along. He purposely does things to annoy me. Getting away for the afternoon was exactly what I needed, so I packed my fishing gear and headed to the park.
There was magic in the air that day. The spring breeze and the smell of the newly bloomed flowers were intoxicating. There were so many people strolling around the lake. From a distance, I noticed an old man walking down the path towards me. When he reached me, I asked him how his day was going. He replied that he had been away traveling and was ready to slow down. From the pocket of his pants, he pulled out an old skeleton

In my head I quickly thought, “Think fast, think fast or Crazy horse will be wearing your hair home today.”
Chief Crazy Horse raised his rifle at me asking, "Who are you?"
I then took a step forward and said, "My name is Eugene that wiggles in the mud, and I have been sent by the Yellow Lightning to tell you that the Son of the Morning Star will make a critical error when attacking the Lakota and Northern Cheyenne camp tomorrow."
I explained to him, "Longhair has been told there are only 800 of you when in reality there are nearly 2000 warriors with you. He will split his 12 Companies into 3 battalions and will attack around 12 pm.”
Chief Crazy Horse said, "Thank you, Eugene that wiggles in the mud for sharing your insight with me. We will be waiting on Longhair and will defeat him.”
I walked to the nearest American fort, where at the first door I found, I put the key into the lock and said "A.D. 2064" and left the past behind. The future was calling.
I stepped in and found myself in a room where an old man was sitting on the edge of a bed.
"It’s about time! How was your adventure?" asked the