Rez Dogs

chapter onemalsum When Malian woke up and looked out her window, the dog was there. Just as she had dreamed it would be. It was lying on the driveway halfway between their small house and the road. It wasn’t sleeping, its head was up, its ears erect, its paws in front of it as if on guard.As Malian watched, the dog turned its headto look right at her, as if it knew her, as if it had known her for a long, long time. “Malsum,” she said. “Kwai, kwai, nidoba.”Hello, hello, my friend. The big dog nodded and then turned back to continue watching the road. Malsum. That was the old name for a wolf. It was a good one for that dog. It was as big as a wolf.It looked like the videosof wolves she’d watched on her phone.The only things different about it were the white spots over each of its eyes. “Four-eyed dog,” a soft voice said from back over her shoulder. It was Grandma Frances. Malian had not heard her come up behind.She was used to that. Both her grandparents could walk so softlythat she never knewthey were there until they spoke. Grandma Frances would tease her about it. “Be careful, granddaughter, you don’t want to let no Indian sneak up on you.” Grandma Frances put her hand on Malian’s shoulder. “Looks to melike he thinks he belongs here,” she said. Then she chuckled. “Or maybe like he thinks he owns this place.” “Would that be okay?” Malian said. Grandma Frances chuckled again. “It seems to me it’s not up to us.When a dog like that just appears and chooses you, it’s not your decision.”  “Can I go outside and seewhat he does?” Malian said.“Let’s ask your grampa. Roy, get in here.”  But Grampa Roy was already there. “I’ve been listeningto every word. Seems to me if you step outsideand then move real slow whilst you watch what he does you’ll be okay. But just in case,I’ll be right behind you.”Malian shook her head. “Remember what they said? You and Grandma should not go outside. It’s too dangerous— you might get that virus.That’s why I can’tgo home to Mom and Dad.” “And we’re goldarn lucky you’re here with us,” Grampa Roy said. “That old saying about how we don’t know what we’d do without you sure makes sense these days. So I’ll stay inside—but you stay in, too.Just open the door and we’ll see what he does.”Malian cracked open the door. The dog stood up and turned her way. He opened his mouth, let his tongue hang out in what she knew had to be a smile.  She held out her wrist. “Malsum!” she called,her voice soft but sure. The big dog walked over and sniffed her hand.  “Malsum,” she said again,dropping down to one kneeas she placed her handon his broad head.  The dog looked at her,straight into her eyes.As he held her gazehe seemed to Malianthat she could seeintelligence and even a hint of humorand a kind of certainty. Malsum nodded his headas if to say, Yesthat can be my name.I am here for you.Then he licked her fingers before turning around and going back,heavy muscles ripplingbeneath his skin, to drop himself down where he had been.“Guess he is guarding us, for sure,” Grampa Roy said. “Looks like you gota new friend.”