Everyone knew the travelling medicine man.

But nobody ever wanted to see him, for that

Meant someone was very sick indeed.

The medicine man only came out if someone was on their deathbed, Plagued with the ghosts of the underworld. Some said the medicine man was a ghost himself, dead from sickness and come back to the living to make sure it wouldn’t happen again. Others said he was not from the under world but he was a god, banished from the clouds because of some awful deed, doomed forever to help sick mortals on earth. I knew better though, I knew he wasn’t some god trying to write his wrongs, And he wasn’t a ghost either, come to help mankind. No, he’s just a man, a man trying to make the world better.