Michael Weeks Jr.: I took my great-grandmother's gold necklace and head out. The earth underneatm my moccasins. I try to imagine my ancestors spiritually, but I cannot prevail. I then realize: I am not part of my ancestor's wing unless I do something for the good of our tribe. I look around the forest, clean and help small animals. I plant new trees, too. A boy in dark green clothes walks up to me with some kid of weapon and...