Two cowboys come upon an Indian lying on his stomach with his ear to the ground. One of the cowboys stops and says to the other, “You see that Indian?” “Yeah,” says the other cowboy.”Look,” says

As they watch, the Indian suddenly sits up, a thoughtful look crossing his weathered face. He turns to the cowboys and beckons them over, his eyes sparkling with a silent invitation. Curiosity piqued, the cowboys exchange a glance before cautiously approaching the Indian.

“What were you listening for?” the first cowboy asks, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. The Indian smiles enigmatically, his gaze drifting off into the distance. “The heartbeat of the earth,” he replies cryptically. “It speaks to me in whispers, telling me the stories of the land.”

The cowboys exchange puzzled looks, unsure of what to make of the Indian’s words. But before they can ask any more questions, he gestures for them to join him on the ground. “Come,” he says softly, patting the earth beside him. “Listen for yourselves.”