Horse ... And The Tallywacker

His name was Horse...as a young boy he was the smartest of the clan. For years he remained silent of his roots until he heard the call in the middle of the night "Come Home." But this time home wasn't to Pin Point or Savannah. It was the long silent boat ride across the Moon, pass Skidaway, down Green River. After 40 years, he came back home to Ausapaugh. Where the spirit of the Indian was in the Negro, the white folks were not native, and his tabby shack stood waiting for his story to be told and the white mans story to be untold-besides what did the historians know.

This was Oesebaw, and Ausaaugh when the Indian descended into the night from the back of the island with the Water Spirit beckoning everyone home. There he stood, Horse, as he walked into his Tabby Shack and the long black tally wacker that kept him company at night.

You see here, the Afrikaan was not a slave, the Indian was not massacred, and the European was not power. They were Ausapaugh, one race called to the invisible island...and this is where I, Horse, became one with my Tabby Shack,the Tally Wacker, and the voice that calls me in the middle of the night...

Hello, my name is Horse ...and I am from Oesebaw...not a Geechee...but Ausapaugh.