Teacher

The spokeswoman looked at Tom and said, "Are you through, Great One? We wait our turn."

"No, I am not through. In my camp we all eat at the same time. Now, begin eating if you are hungry."

The boy looked at Tom then stalked to the fire and held his hand out. One of the women gave him some meat. He returned to his seat and began eating. His manners were horrible but Tom knew they could correct that. Tom looked at the women who were still sitting beside the fire. Finally, he almost growled, "Eat."

The women looked at Tom once again and slowly reached for some of the meat. All the time they were eating they watched Tom to be sure they were not angering him. Tom actually had more on his plate than he wanted. He could not force himself to finish it so took it back to the fire and placed the plate by one of the women. She looked at him and the plate then asked, "Is something wrong, Great One? Why did you not finish your meal?"

"I am full. If you want what is left you may have it. Otherwise either throw it away or save it for morning."

The next morning Tom was awakened by sounds and smells of cooking. He rose from his bed and rested on his arms. The two Indian women were busy around the fire already. The children were also up and helping slightly, other than the older boy. He was once again watching the women work.

Tom knew with his additional family members he would have trouble keeping food on the table. He quietly rose from his bed and picked up his rifle to go hunting. He moved quietly through the woods until he came to a small clearing. There were deer grazing in it. He quickly fired and dropped a large doe. The deer were alarmed but did not run. After they settled down somewhat Tom fired and took down a large two point buck. This time the deer ran. Tom moved into the clearing and began dressing his kills. He heard a noise and looked toward the camp. Song was leading the two women and the children toward him. When the women arrived they made him stop dressing the kills and began doing the work.

Tom moved to the edge of the clearing and kept watch. Soon the women and children were carrying the meat back toward camp. Tom followed them. He was amazed at how fast they worked up the animals with their primitive flint knives.

While he was eating his breakfast Tom thought about the future. He was now more than ever convinced he and Song were stuck here for the rest of their lives. He decided he needed to conserve what ammunition he had left and make some long term plans for survival. He already knew his house had to be enlarged to accommodate the five new family members.

Tom did not know how much ammunition he had left. He started with 500 rounds of pistol and about 700 for the rifle. He had only fired his pistol a half dozen times but he had fired the rifle several dozen times. He decided he would inventory when he got back to camp and only use the modern weapons for emergencies. He would stop carrying the rifle and leave it at the camp for defense. He also needed to see how much ammunition Song had for her pistol. He wished she had brought a rifle as well.

As they rode, Tom and Song talked about their situation. She agreed they needed to enlarge the house. She also felt they should use the rifle this fall to build up a large store of meat for the winter, then begin using Tom's crossbow and even build bows and arrows for most of their hunting.

Tom decided they did need to build up a stock of meat but he would try using the crossbow before he expended more ammunition. He would always carry his pistol for defense and emergencies but would try to fire it rarely.

Fall faded into winter and the snow came. Their small house and cave were warmer than the outside but still became very cold, especially at night. Slowly the bedding all moved together and Tom found himself sleeping with three women. The children huddled up on the edges of the bed. All slept warmer that way. It took Tom some time to feel comfortable making love with Song with others in his bed, especially with the children nearby. It was another thing entirely when he first made love with his other two women. The guilt was very hard for him to deal with though he had Song's acceptance, even encouragement.

Many mornings Tom found the nice tit he was holding and the nice ass he was pressed against did not belong to Song. The first time he woke up like that he jumped back and woke Song who was sleeping on the other side of him curled up against his back. When she found out what had startled him she laughed and said, "You need to get used to it, Honey. All the women here respect and look up to you. All of us are willing to give you whatever you want. You are our man, our protector. I love you to death and I wouldn't be surprised if Pretty Flower and Running Deer do, too. I know they expect you to take them routinely and I have no problem with that."

About a week after Tom woke up fondling the wrong breast. He woke up in the middle of the night so horny he could not go back to sleep. He had gone to sleep spooning Song with her ass pressed against his cock. Now Song was snuggled up spooning him and gently rocking her ass against his cock. His cock was deep in the crevice of her ass. He was rubbing and rolling her nipples while he gently thrust against her.

Tom heard Song moan and felt her roll onto her back. Tom threw the covers off and moved over Song. As she felt him rise and place his first knee between her legs she spread them wide for him. Tom needed no help finding the right spot for his cock. Song was drenched. She moaned and thrust her pelvis upward when his cock notched into her cunt. Tom was balls deep in three strokes. Song was clawing at his back and shrieking her pleasure before it fully settled into Tom's awareness that she was speaking in Cherokee.

Tom raised his head in horror just as he reached his point of no return. He growled and slammed his cock into the pussy gripping and milking him. He ground his pubic bone against the woman his cock was invading. That was all it took for her to get her second orgasm. She screamed in her pleasure and woke the entire group.

Just as Tom was relaxing to roll to the side where he had been sleeping, Song threw the door of the cabin open and charged in holding her pistol. The light of the nearly full moon shining in the door showed her all she needed to see. Tom rolled off Running Deer and flopped onto his back where he had been laying. His red shiny cock flopped back and forth for a moment when it came out of Running Deer with an audible slurp then smacked against his belly when he landed on his back.

Running Deer looked over at Tom then rolled onto her side and wrapped her upper arm and leg over Tom. She laid her head on his shoulder and stared at him with love in her eyes.

Tom said, "I'm sorry, Running Deer, I thought you were Song." He looked at Song standing in the door with her pistol and felt fear and disgust with himself. Tom felt his gut clench and he continued talking, "I'm sorry Song, I thought she was you. I woke up spooning her like I had been you. When we went to sleep you were in front of me and I was spooning you. I got so horny I couldn't sleep. You were hunching back at me and I thought I was making love to you. You're both nearly the same size. Well, it was dark and-"

Song laughed her musical laugh and said, "I'm not sorry and I bet Running Deer isn't, either. I suspect the only one who is sorry is Pretty Flower because you haven't made love to her. I told you when they moved in with us that anything you wanted to do to these women you have the right to do. Now move over, I'm cold. We need to figure out how to build a bathroom. A fireplace in here would be nice too. That outhouse gets cold in the winter."

The next morning Running Deer was more solicitous of Tom. Her eyes were glistening and she could not keep her hands off him. Pretty Flower did, indeed, look sad. Song was amused and showed it. She got Tom alone and said, "Tom, you really need to take Pretty Flower to bed now, too. She feels left out and is afraid you do not care for her as much as you do me and Deer."

Two nights later Tom gave in and made love with Pretty Flower. From then on he routinely made love with all three women. He felt guilty about the two downtime women but what could he do. Sometimes he woke up at night with one of them fondling him and before he knew it she was riding him or he was thrusting into her from a spooned position. He had to admit they were some prime fucking and he was beginning to feel love for them.

During one of the coldest days of the winter a white man staggered into the valley. He had an arrow in his shoulder and could barely walk. Tom was outside the valley hunting or the man might have died. Tom found him lying in the snow several feet inside the valley when he came back with a deer he had shot. Tom left the deer and took the man to his home for care.

Tom carefully cut the arrow and arrowhead out, cleaned the wound and sewed it up. He used some of his homemade alcohol for disinfectant and the crushed sulfa to fight infection. It was touch and go for four days but the man finally regained consciousness and then began to rapidly improve.

In two weeks the man, who said his name was Seth, was up moving around. He called himself a long hunter. When asked to explain he told Tom he lived in Western Virginia but he and two or three friends routinely came into the Kentucky or Tennessee area during winter to explore and hunt. This time they ran afoul of some Cherokee who resented their presence and a fight broke out. His companions were killed but he managed to get away.

Seth admitted the practice had all but died out over the last several years but he and his friends kept the tradition going. He said, "I guess I should know better, but my father, Henry Skaggs, was a famous Long Hunter and I grew up listening to his stories. I took a couple trips with him when I was young and really enjoyed it. When he died in 1810 I kept doing it. Oh, I didn't go every year but I went as often as I could. I never expected the damn injins to get so het up over a little huntin' though. I thought they was tamed now so I guess I let my guard down."

"Well, they are pretty peaceful but you have to realize this is still their country and you are hunting and trapping their meat and furs. To them what you are doing is stealing. You wouldn't let someone steal from your farm now would you?"

"Well, no, but that's different. I own that stuff on my farm and I worked to produce it."

"No, it's no different. This is their land and the animals are theirs for the taking. I am sure all you had to do was ask and they would let you hunt to eat."

"Well, what are you doing here then? How come they let you build a house here and hunt their game?"

"I am a Medicine Man. They consider me a Spirit because of how I arrived here. This has been my valley for years and they respect that and me. I don't take more than I can eat and I heal them much as I did you when they are sick and injured."

Seth stayed with Tom and his family until warmer weather then he returned east toward his home. Tom was not sure he ever convinced him what he was doing was wrong but he vowed to be more careful about taking Indian furs and meat in the future if he ever came back.

Tom was sure Seth made it home however because now the occasional white man would pass through his valley and stop for a visit or treatment of a wound or illness. Tom never turned anyone away unless they were mean or arrogant. Those men more often than not ended up staying forever. Tom had a neat cemetery with several graves in it within a couple of years. Some of the graves contained people he could not save when they came to him for help. Some contained those who thought to take what Tom and his family had.

Tom helped everyone when he could. Most of the people he helped gave Tom and his family something in return. He had all the cured hides he needed and many bows, knives and much meat and vegetable food, all from his customers as pay for his treatments.

As word spread about the "Spirit" Shaman, who, along with his women, was a great healer, business picked up. Many times Tom did not have enough room in his home for the patients and his family. He sent word out that he needed more rooms built to treat the sick and injured. A group of Indians came to help him build more rooms. Tom also sent word he would train others to help in their own villages. He began to see students showing up to learn what they could from him. Soon a small town grew up near Tom's home.

There were many garden plots where Tom and his students grew herbs to help with healing. There was also a building where he grew his own penicillin. It was effective but he didn't think it was as good as modern versions. He regularly made trips to collect sulfa near the hot springs. He tried to make vaccines for some of the illnesses and was involved in rudimentary research for more effective drugs.

Tom and Song set up a two year long training program for what he called Medics. They taught anatomy, physiology, surgery and first aid as well as classes on making alcohol and the few drugs they were aware of. They even incorporated the old remedies using herbs if they felt they were marginally effective. They taught modern antiseptic techniques and the importance of cleanliness. They taught all who came the importance of using outhouses or slit trenches for human waste and washing their hands and bodies regularly. Soon Tom\'92s little valley was one of the busier places in the area. He even began to see and treat more and more white men as word of his abilities spread. His valley was used and protected by many tribes. No violence was allowed within the confines of the valley. It was neutral territory IF the warring people could reach it before they were attacked.

Civilization continued to spread westward. Now whites and Indians considered Tom to be a true doctor. Tom did not want that idea to spread. He felt as if that would be sailing under false colors. During one of their discussions, Song made a telling argument. She said, "Tom, why don't you think you're a doctor? Do you think there's anyone else in this time period who knows more than you about the human body and illnesses? Is there anyone else who knows more about pharmacology? NO! There are many men and, I suppose, a few women who consider themselves doctors but they are nowhere near as knowledgeable as you. You have every right to call yourself a doctor here in this time. If you were back in 2013 you could have become a nurse almost just by taking the tests and you could have finished college and became a doctor. You still do research to further medical knowledge. I suspect we are both better educated than anyone else in this time period. Of course you are a doctor. You could go to any college here and take the tests to be awarded your MD degree."

From then on Dr. Thomas Eagle practiced and taught medicine. Song also taught in what eventually became the premier medical college of the Americas. By the time the civil war came around medical science had progressed to the point that the losses from injuries and infections were a small percentage of those that had occurred in Tom and Song's original time period.

Shortly after the Civil War the first foreign students arrived to learn at what was becoming known as the Eagle School of Medicine. They heard about the school from European doctors who had been in the states during the war and took home some knowledge they had obtained from physicians they worked with during the war.

By now the curriculum of the college was so large the students needed five years to obtain what was being called a Doctor's Medical Degree. These men and women went into the world and worked as Medical Doctors (MD's). Tom and Song also expanded the curriculum to include a degree for Registered Nurses (RN's), more commonly known as doctor's assistants.

The new curriculum included courses on anatomy, physiology, pharmacology, English, manufacturing of medical instruments, drugs, identifying and treating of illnesses, surgery, pediatrics, gynecology, and on and on. Some of the most pressing problems initially were how to educate people who could not read and write so the first things people had to learn were those subjects. Now more time was needed for the course. The school expanded then expanded again. Many of the first graduates were kept on to teach others until the valley was full of teachers and students.

Tom and Song made many trips east over the years to purchase glassware and medical instruments of the time. They even commissioned copies of the instruments in Tom's bag to be made. Tom introduced the concept of adding chromium to the steel to make stainless. Admittedly, the instruments manufactured by the primitive blacksmiths and equipment manufacturers did not compare to those made in Tom's time, but they were better than what was normally used before Tom got involved in designing the instruments. Of course, Tom had enough knowledge to patent his new ideas and became very well off. He used his income to support more research in the medical sciences and to support education in those sciences.

The town of Cherokee grew up and became much larger than it had been in Tom's original time line because it housed many businesses that supported Eagle University. There were glass manufacturing plants for glassware needed in the University. There were plants that manufactured the instruments; there were small garment factories for linens and clothes needed for the University. Of course, there were also stores of all types to supply other items students and faculty needed.

Upon his death, Thomas Eagle and Song Wolf Eagle were the most widely known Doctors of Medicine and Medical Researchers in the world. They were credited with many of the discoveries made by other men and women in their original time line such as vaccines for diseases such as polio, mumps, measles, smallpox and other common diseases. They also got credit for inventions of many medical instruments and procedures. Their grave is in a place of prominence on the campus of Eagle University just outside Cherokee, NC, in a beautiful little valley. They are buried where they can see the waterfall and pool Tom so loved and where the rising sun can warm their grave. Their children have carried on their work and are among the leading physicians in the world.

The epitaph on the tomb reads: Thomas and Song Eagle, A couple ahead of their time. Healers, researchers, and Teachers to humanity.