The blue stone is found part 4

The blue stone is found part 4

The dreams started just after Eldon’s 12th birthday.   Dreams of two human looking people who called themselves star people.   Dreams of a blue stone. 
Dreams of him as a native shaman.  Dreams of storms and power.   He never told anyone about them.  He was afraid they would either think he was crazy or worse, just dismiss them. 
He had grown up on the ranch and being one of several older brothers he had a lot of time to himself.  He had chores which he did with no complaint.  He had learned to ride when he was very small.  He had an old mare that he rode most of the time.  She was a good horse, pretty, speckled.   And he often took her out and explored.  
He had heard of a battle between the Spanish conquistadors and a pueblo tribe that was supposed to have taken place out in the corner of their property.  Some how the natives had killed all of the conquistadors but the tribe had also vanished and had never been heard from again.  
One day about three months after his birthday, Eldon decided to try to find the place where the battle had happened.   He put the hackamore on his mare and they rode out.    He spent the day in the broad valley that had earned the name of spirit valley because this was where the battle was supposed to have taken place.   He found enough artifacts of both iron or stone that convinced him he had found the place.  He explored the cliff dwellings for awhile and then decided to move up to the top of the mesa  leaving his horse to graze in the valley below.   He moved onto one shelf overlooking the valley.  It was wide and the valley could easily be seen from here.  Something about it was familiar but he couldn’t remember being here before.    He walked the area looking around and sat for awhile looking out over the valley.   When he noticed the sun was getting lower in the west he decided he had better get home.  He had chores to do and he decided then and there to come back to this place and see what he could find. 
He got up ready to make his way back down the side of the cliff when his foot slipped.   He grabbed the rock to steady himself  and happened to glance at the outcropping that he had grasped.  A few inches from his hand in a small sheltered indentation in the rock he saw a glimmer of blue.  He had dreamed of that blue.  He reached in and pulled out the blue stone.   Rubbing it on his jeans he shined it up.   Yes, this was the blue stone he had dreamed about.  He was excited.  He took the now nicely shining blue stone and put it in the deerskin pouch that hung around his neck.   Carefully climbing down the mountain he went home.