Sky – The Defeat of Fear

Native American Woman

Historical Microfiction

It was the most courageous thing she had ever done. She actually went up, and spoke to the man. She went to him and not the other way around. Wild Horse, and several of them men were going hunting for elk. They would be back the same day due to the weather, but Sky took the opportunity to fight fear. The men were preparing to leave when she walked up. As Wild Horse was mounting his horse, she said, “I wish you well, bring us back some food!” It was about the dumbest thing she could have said, but there it was. Wild Horse was not only surprised, he turned to her beaming from atop his horse. To him it was the best gift anyone could have given him. It meant he was making progress!

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from wallpapersak via google

He said, “I will” and off they went. In the hunting party besides Wild Horse, there was his father Seven Hawks, Bull Elk, Thunder Speaking (who now had his arm out of the sling), Bear Dancer, Spotted Bull, and Hawk in the Sky. They were promising to be back before it got dark. To be honest though, they were glad to be hunting again, and away from the village for a while, even if the temperatures were dangerous. As she watched them leave, she heard one of them yell, “Men were made for hunting!” The others whooped and hollered in agreement.

It had been a month now since Cricket in the Meadow had started living with her. The two were not only friends, Cricket in the Meadow was like a mother to her. She counseled Sky on how to conquer fear, and even gave her projects to work on, like seeking people out and talking to them, especially a certain young man.

Cricket in the Meadow was also giving her advice on what to do if she did have any bad dreams. She explained to Sky that she may be afraid to love because she was afraid to suffer pain and loss, if she was not loved in returned. This brought up the topic of Wild Horse.

“On the one hand, if you give your heart to him now, you may still be afraid and it might affect your relationship”. Cricket in the Meadow explained further, that on the other hand, “If you loved each other, and you experienced his love in tangible ways, it may bring about tremendous freedom for you”. Sky thought about these possibilities a lot, and prayed about them almost constantly.

The hunting party did return just before dark, and they brought several elk with them, which resulted in a tremendous amount of food for the people. When Sky went out to greet Wild Horse, the men looked cold, and worn out. Wild Horse was kind though, and spoke softly to her, after pulling her aside. They spoke in the shadows of the lodge fires. He took her hands in his and told her he was glad to be back. He had missed not seeing her. He didn’t tell her, but he thought about kissing her.

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from galleryhip via google

Inwardly she began to freeze up, and fear started to creep in. She had not felt this way in weeks. She said good night to him and quickly walked back to her lodge. Was it true? Could someone love her? After she lay down to sleep that night, she tried to remember the things that Cricket in the Meadow had said, about being loved by all the people, that she had value, even if Wild Horse did not marry her, but it did not work. She was afraid again, and she was tired of it. She was tired from the fight.

The dream began slowly, building up like a thunder storm. She tossed and turned, seeing lightning and hearing thunder, in the dream. The thing was there, lurking. She couldn’t see it yet but she felt it. In the dream, she walked outside to face it, carrying a lance. Somehow in the dream she remembered what Cricket in the Meadow had told her. She felt like maybe….could someone being praying for her?

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from costumecraze via google

As she heard that familiar growl, like she had so many times before, she saw the monster move in the shadows. She could see its yellow eyes now, in the dark, and then its teeth, in the moonlight. She squeezed the lance tighter. She caught herself though, and stopped. She threw down the lance because she would not need it for this fight…..

 

 

I did not intentionally make this a two part segment, but the conclusion will be very soon! Thank you for reading! You are awesome!

PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Sky – The Fighter

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by Ben Marra via newswatch.nationalgeographic

Historical Fiction

What the people did not know was that Sky was a fighter. Every day she fought fear and hopelessness, and she was refusing to give up, which means in a sense, she was victorious. She was afraid people would not like her, or that they would perceive her intentions in some wrong way, even people she had known all her life. She was also afraid she would never be married, or have children. She was afraid of a lot of things, but she always fought a brave and courageous battle.

This time of year was especially difficult, because of being inside all the time. The people had blessed her with her own lodge, so she would not have to live with her younger brother Bear Dancer, and his wife. They were married not long ago, and she knew they needed the privacy. The loneliness was intense though, and she struggled with the idea that it would always be this way.

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from fallout.wikia via google

Every night she battled the horrible monster of fear in her dreams. Usually it looked something like a wolf, with huge fangs, but she knew it was fear attacking her. The good thing was, these battles at night always resulted in her winning. She would dream of killing the thing with either her knife, or a lance. In most of the dreams, she was outside and the thing would come running at her. Even when the thing bit her or wounded her, while they were fighting in the snow, she fought hard and won.

But the nightmares were less now, and she knew that. She knew at least some of it had to do with Wild Horse. He seemed to be giving her confidence, confidence in herself. How did that happen? The fear about marriage was changing into a sense of hopefulness, due to Wild Horse being in the village. She wasn’t giving her heart away though, at least not yet. He kept smiling at her and talking to her! This terrified her, and thrilled her at the same. Was it fair to say that this fear was losing its grip? Yes, it was! She smiled more often, instead of running from people.

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from science.howstuffworks via google

She did want to get rid of the monster though, once and for all, but did not know how. One daywhile praying, she had the idea that she should talk to Cricket in the Meadow, in order to get the motherly advice she needed. Cricket in the Meadow, was more than happy to visit with her. They did not smoke the pipe, but they sang songs instead, and some that Sky did not know. They were ancient songs asking the Creator for help. Cricket in the Meadow said most of the songs came from her Grandmother’s Grandmother.

Over the next few days and weeks they spent a lot of time together. Cricket in the Meadow even privately contemplated asking Sky if she could live with her, but she waited to ask. Living with Spotted Bull and his family was a challenge at times. The couple were in the prime of their married life, and the children were so loud!

One sunny but cold afternoon, when they were together, Sky shared about her bad dreams, about always winning, and the fact that they were less now. “Do you think a person can help another person to have confidence and remove fear?” Cricket in the Meadow stirred the fire, and calmly said, “Sure, love can do that.” Sky was horrified, “But I don’t love him!”, she stammered, looking for more words. Cricket in the Meadow matter of factly responded with, “No, but I think he has given his heart away, and you have it now”. Sky was speechless.

from National Geographic
from National Geographic

Prairie Flower was not blind to her son’s attraction to Sky. Wild Horse was different now, ever since he had sought a vision. He had matured. She liked the idea of the two of them as a couple, it made a lot of sense, in a number of ways. And like any good mother, she would help them in any way she could! She decided to spend more time with the young lady.

On the other side of the village, Bluebird was having more dreams about babies. She was not sure if she was expecting yet, but there was one thing for sure, she and Thunder Speaking smiled a lot. Love was like that, and everybody knew it.

Grand Tetons Wyoming
Grand Tetons Wyoming

Sky is an amazing person! We will see more of her in the future. There will also be some contemporary microfiction coming up, and I have decided to add a weekly feature of music, probably each weekend. Thanks for reading!

PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Wild Horse Seeks a Vision – Conclusion

Cherokee Dancer
Cherokee Dancer

Historical Microfiction

After three days of praying and fasting, he realized it was not working. Wild Horse had secluded himself in a small lodge, not far from the main village, and he tried everything he could, but there was nothing. Was the Creator listening?

In the middle of the day he went for a ride on his horse, which always calmed him down. As he was riding, he mentally went down a list of what he had done, including the lodge, and only drinking water from melted snow. The lodge could not be set up properly, because of the frozen ground, but he had secured it with rocks and piles of snow. It would do. After all of this, he was still uncertain about his future and what he should do. There was no vision.

His father, and Standing on the Mountain, had given him advice, on what to do and certain prayers to pray, but instead of receiving clear direction, he felt empty. What was wrong? In his makeshift lodge on the fourth day, he began to have a glimmer of hope, a small piece of light. Asking Great Spirit to HelpThe idea came to him that he was trying too hard. Was he trying to control the Creator? Impossible! No one could do that. Still, it seemed he wanted to know everything, and know it now. He was forcing it. After another ride on his horse, late that afternoon, his praying took on a new direction. He started to look at what might be blocking his connection to the Creator. He had a sense that he had feelings that were not good, and that was why he was empty and could not feel peace. He was not a very spiritual man, like some, but he knew peace when he felt it, and this was not it.

On the fifth day, the realization hit him squarely in the forehead. He resented his father. There it was, in all its ugliness. It came to him when he was thinking about the conversation he had with his father the night before he left. His father was a very special man, and he was not. Wild Horse knew he was just average. He was brave, a very good hunter, and a nice person, and that was all. He remembered his own words to his father, “It’s not easy being your son”. Yet he had no right to resent his father, and he decided to get rid of it. He prayed a lot that night, but not in a formal way. It came from deep inside.

The next day he felt like a new man! He was thankful, and felt relieved. Peace came over him and flowed through him like he had never felt before. To celebrate he went for a long, fast ride Buckskin in the Snowon his horse. He felt the freedom of the cold air, and the snow, and the trees all around him. After he slowed the horse down, he thought about the woman, Sky. What made her the way she was? He was sure that part of it had to do with her parents dying when she was very young. Was it true, what his father said, that there was something very special beneath the surface? He wondered. He did not love her but he thought about her.

He returned to the village the next day, happier than ever. No one pressured him or probed for information. No one asked did he have a vision?! If they had, he would have said, there was no lightning or thunder, there was nothing supernatural. One thing for sure that did happen, was that the Creator had given him…some plain, good sense!

Over the next few days, he noticed Sky. He was observing her really, the way she walked, and the way she spoke to people.  She did have a very quiet spirit, and he liked that alot. He did not love her…..but he thought……maybe…..just maybe……he could.

Sky noticed Wild Horse looking at her from time to time. Normally she was terrified, but not with Wild Horse. He was different, and there was no bad intent inside of him. To be honest she liked him, including the way he looked. Once, when she was on the way to get wood, they walked by each other, and he said “Hello!” It took courage for her, but for the first time in her life, she smiled at a man (at least in that way).

She did not love him….but she thought…..maybe……just maybe……she could one day.

Snow Moon Tipi
Snow Moon Tipi

  In the future we will see more of Sky and the other people of the village. Recently I’ve been hearing drums calling, and not just First Nations drums, but drums from other countries! Thanks for reading!

Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Wild Horse Seeks a Vision

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from blog.al

Historical Microfiction

Wild Horse wanted to be married, he just did not know to whom yet. As they smoked and talked, Seven Hawks realized his son was lonely. Now that he thought about it, this had been true ever since they had arrived here. Wild Horse did not fit in as easily with the Tsi people, as the other Grie did. “I’m even thinking about going back to our first village”, there it was, Wild Horse spoke what his father had been thinking.

“It’s not always easy being your son”, this came with such emotion from Wild Horse, that his father was shocked. “Everyone loves you, they look up to you!” “He’s the strongest man alive, they say!” “They have nothing but good to say about you”. “Father, I do not have your strength, I do not have dreams and visions like some people here”. Seven Hawks offered his son the pipe, hoping it would calm him down. It worked. As he held the pipe in his hands, Wild Horse said with a sigh, in a quiet way, “I don’t have any friends here”. There it was again, loneliness. His son drew from the pipe, thinking he may have said too much.

Seven Hawks was not a quick thinker, but this time he felt inspired. The thought came to him straight out of the sky. “Sky, have you thought about the Tsi woman they call Sky?” Seven Hawks let the words flow right out. His son looked shocked. Why would his father say such a thing after all he had just said? “No”, he said flatly. He added, “Isn’t there something wrong with her?” “I mean…..isn’t she older?”

from american-indian-art
from american-indian-art

Seven Hawks thought he would choke his son, right then and there, or at least yell at him. “Son, she is 24!” “No there is nothing wrong with her!” Now he needed to calm down, and motioned for the pipe. Wild Horse tried to explain, “All I meant was….she’s different….she seems afraid at times….and well…..wears more clothing than other women”. There he said it, it was out now. Seven Hawks stared at his son, as if he didn’t know him. He began inhaling huge puffs from the pipe. Who was this strange person sitting in front of him?!! He said nothing.

It was just then that Prairie Flower walked into the lodge, saw the pipe, saw her husband and her son looking very serious, then turned and walked out of the lodge in disgust. Seven Hawks knew a storm was brewing in his wife, but he talked for a while longer with his son, about the village, and how good it was here. Seven Hawks wanted his son to stay here and begin a new life.

He also defended what he said about Sky by saying that some women are like that, meaning more timid, because they realize the great treasure they have inside of themselves. Their hearts are very special. “Maybe she is trying to protect the treasure”, Seven Hawks heard himself saying. Where did those words come from? He drew their long talk to a close with the words, “Just think about it son”. These were not words from heaven, but it was all he could think of at the time.

Great Sand Dunes Colorado by Matt-Payne via flickr
Great Sand Dunes Colorado by Matt-Payne via flickr

It was night by this time, and Wild Horse went outside for some air. His mother brushed by him and quickly went into their lodge. He briefly heard some arguing inside, but then he saw their shadows embracing by the fire, and he knew they would be alright. Looking at the sky he was amazed at how many stars there were…..he felt small in one sense, and yet connected to the earth, and filled with awe. Suddenly he thought of the name “Sky”, and wondered if her name meant the blue sky of day, or the night sky, filled with stars. He sighed deeply, and went for a walk, through the paths where snow was cleared by the people, around the village. He needed to think.

He did not know if he should stay in this village or not, and he was confused. He needed answers, he needed a clear head, and a quiet spirit. This was one time where he felt he should pray. He needed more than just prayer though. He needed a vision, and starting tomorrow he would seek that vision, until he had the answers he needed.

What he did not know, was that on the other side of the village Cricket in the Meadow sensed she should pray for Wild Horse. She put another log on the fire, and closed her eyes. At first her mind was blank, and then for some reason she had an image of a bright blue sky, where the sun was shining on beautiful white clouds. She had never seen such a beautiful sky before……

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by chibitomu via flickr

The conclusion of Wild Horse Seeks a Vision next time! Thanks for reading!

Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

The Season of Deep Snow

Eagle Dancer - from the Hopi Nation by Mike Pieth
Eagle Dancer – from the Hopi Nation by Mike Pieth

Historical Microfiction

The snow brought peace. There were times when nothing could be heard other than the soft, almost silent sound, of snow falling on the lodges. The winds were not as severe as in some winters, so the softness and quietness prevailed. Fires burning brightly in the lodges, added warmth. With the return of Talking Eagle, and his continuing healing, the people felt a deep sense of happiness, and contentment. The fact that the Grie people were living with them, and would probably be staying with them, only added to the feelings of wellbeing. The Grie people added strength to them, and everybody knew it.

Somehow, during this period, Seven Hawks became a counselor of men. It was the season of deep snow, which meant families were together all day and all night. When the people were together for such long periods, it mostly resulted in good things, like children being born about 9 months from now, but it was also difficult for some, married and unmarried.

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from monticello.org

It was Bull Elk that first came to Seven Hawks, and they spent many hours, over several days, smoking the pipe, and talking about marriage and women (without the women in the lodge). Seven Hawk’s advice was mostly about gentleness, and that a man could be gentle in one sense, and incredibly strong in another, at the same time. That’s what Seven Hawks thought women were looking for.  Bull Elk pondered this for a long time, and took a number of puffs from the pipe, thinking about it.

Bull Elk did also share that he felt humiliated by his own behavior, and he did not think he could ever overcome this feeling. Seven Hawks inwardly felt awkward with this conversation, and wanted to tell him to go to someone else for this advice, but he didn’t. Somehow he found the words (were they from the Creator?) and he talked about how forgiveness works. Healing would come in time, and he would learn what it meant to forgive himself. Bull Elk felt good about these words, and thanked his friend. He left trying to absorb it all.

When Two Wolves came to talk to him the next day, Seven Hawks was stunned. “You want advice from meee?” Two Wolves said yes, but would not say exactly what it was about. From his silence, Seven Hawks knew instantly what it was about, and he looked at his wife, as if to say, “Can you give us time to talk?” She looked back at him with a look that said, “Are you kidding me? Will I ever have time in my own lodge?” He thanked her as she stomped out.

Two Wolves shared how he and Songbird were in love but they had not allowed themselves to be lit with passion yet. “Did that make sense?”, he asked, obviously nervous to talk about it. Seven Hawks said it made perfect sense, which helped Two Wolves to relax. “Wait” Seven

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Hawks motioned with his hand, as he explained further, “We need to smoke the pipe before we continue.” This was a tremendous honor for a 15 year old. Seven Hawks was showing him respect, and was indicating that he thought Two Wolves was his equal.

Two Wolves opened up after that, and shared all about his love for Songbird, and the way she felt about him. After smoking a long time, and talking, Two Wolves asked, “When should we be married?” Seven Hawks took the pipe, and drew from it, which gave him time to think. More and more he drew puffs, then he blew the smoke upward, thinking hard. This was a tough question. Finally he said, “I’ll give you my advice, only if you go to others for their advice, and you listen to each one, including your father, and the leaders, like Standing on the Mountain, and Hawk in the Sky”. Two Wolves agreed.

Seven Hawks shared that it was not unusual for the people to marry at 17, even though some waited a little longer. He added, “Don’t wait too long though because your love may diminish.” Two Wolves nodded in agreement. It was a good talk. Two Wolves felt he now had a friend to turn to if he needed to in the future. Seven Hawks also gave him further advice, that cannot be mentioned here. They laughed through some of it!

It wasn’t until after Two Wolves left, that Seven Hawks realized he was almost out of tobacco. As he stood up, he realized he had never had this type of conversation with own son! The thought struck him like a piece of wood. His son Wild Horse was old enough to marry right now! It was at that exact moment that his son Wild Horse walked into the lodge, and said, “Father, can we talk?”

He nodded yes, and as they sat down, Seven Hawks knew that by nightfall he would be out of tobacco, and that he would really have to smoothe things over now, with his wife Prairie Flower.

art by Kevin Red Star
art by Kevin Red Star

Note: It’s my understanding that people of history married much younger than we do now. For example my Grandparents married very young. I do not recommend marrying this young today!

Also, smoking the pipe has a spiritual significance to First Nations people. It was not like our culture of men smoking cigars. When smoking the pipe, there was a sense of being connected, and the smoke was like prayer going up into heaven.

Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

The Lost Son – Conclusion

by Dave Brosha via flickr
by Dave Brosha via flickr

Cricket in the Meadow prayed all night that night. She sensed the young man was in great danger, and she was unable to rest. She stepped outside several times to look at the night sky, and was amazed at how many stars she could see. As she looked around the village, she saw other fires lit brightly, and other people were awake too, moving around, no doubt praying as well. Among them was the lodge of Holds the Fire. Cricket in the Meadow had tears well up in her eyes, so she closed them, and prayed for healing for their family.

Talking Eagle had just barely covered himself, in the pit with logs, when the fire started to grow dim. And then the wolves did come, quietly at first. They were sniffing the ground, and making soft growling noises. It was dark now, but he could plainly see them surrounding the pit and several got on top of the logs to look down at him through the cracks. They became angry, bared their teeth at him (which he could see in the moonlight), and began growling and snarling. They also looked for a way to get to him and around the logs. The logs were too heavy to move, so a few began digging around the pit. Talking Eagle was prepared for this though, and he jabbed at them with his arrows, and several times he drew blood. The animals yelled, ran around limping, but would eventually return madder than ever.

Several miles away the men built a fire to keep warm, and they took turns standing guard against wolves. They heard them in the distance howling, but could not see them. Every so often, when the guard could not stay awake any longer, he would wake up the next person. Without a lodge to protect them, the cold was intense, even with a fire. No one slept very well, and they spent most of their time shivering.

Talking Eagle was shivering, partly from the cold and partly from fear. The wolves spent hours breathing down at him, through the cracks, their drool dripping down the logs, and onto his blankets. They tried to dig, and he continued to poke and jab at them. They were everywhere at once, was he dreaming – having a nightmare? No they were real, their blood dripping from his arrows and their yelling was real for sure.

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from earthsky.org

It was sometime just before dawn when Cricket in the Meadow had a vision. She saw two pieces of light hanging over the forest. They were not sunbeams or rays from the sun. They were two long pieces of light with a beginning and ending, just hanging there in the sky. They looked a lot like…well icicles. She knew it was a sign and sensed that Talking Eagle was between the two pieces of light. Would the men see the sign? She began praying that they would.

It was just before dawn when the wolves gave up the attack. It was the cold now, that was killing Talking Eagle, as he lay quietly in the pit. He shivered severely. His skin was growing pale, and his fingertips were turning blue. He was confused, but had enough presence of mind to sing the death song, that his mother had taught him. He was not at peace about dying, but he was trying to be. For the first time in his life – he prayed. Then he stopped singing, because he did not want the pit that he had dug, to be his grave.

When the men woke up at dawn, there was a discussion on which way they should go. All discussion stopped however when Standing on the Mountain stared at the sky awestruck. There were two long pieces of light hanging over the forest, each with a beginning and an end. They all looked at this miraculous sign, and then they looked at each other. Without speaking they quickly gathered their belongings. Bull Elk asked Two Wolves if he knew how to get there, and he said yes. At that, the men took off running towards the place where the pieces of light were.

Bull Elk took the lead, and could be heard yelling, “My son!”, “My son!”, “We must find my son!” The tears streaming down his face, froze to his skin as he ran. Once they were closer the two pieces of light went out, but they could smell a burning smell. Was it a fire? The eight men sprinted now as one, thundering through the otherwise quiet forest. They followed the smell to a clearing, and stopped dead in their tracks. There were signs of wolves everywhere, a lot of them. “The pit!”, yelled Bull Elk.

They sprang into action. Hawk in the Sky, and Wild Horse drew their bows and stood guard, watching the woods, while Seven Hawks removed the logs in an instant. There they found the boy, unconscious, and barely alive but breathing. Three men restarted the fire, while Talking Eagle was lifted out of the pit, and surrounded with layers of buffalo blankets. The young man was placed in the arms of his father, who sank to his knees, weeping.

A short time later the fire was roaring, and everyone was getting warmer. Life was coming back to Talking Eagle, but he was still pale, and he was showing signs of frostbite. While Standing on the Mountain made an herbal drink from melted snow, and herbs from a pouch he kept at his waist, it was decided to get the young man back to the village as quickly as possible. They would carry him, and not stop until they got there.

Two Wolves said, “Since we are not following his trail, we do not have to go through the thick brush” “There is another way around, which is longer but will take less time”. That is exactly what they needed. They made a sling from buffalo blankets. Talking Eagle woke up long enough to take the herbal drink, and to see his father. He managed a smile and fell back asleep.

They headed back to the village with Two Wolves leading the way. Seven Hawks carried the head of the sling, and Bull Elk carried the foot. They did not know it, but Talking Eagle was praying for the second time in his life, thankful that he was alive. The Creator was speaking to him that he would be safe now.

Frosty Trees in Mist Yellowstone by Anita Erdmann by fineartamerica.com
Frosty Trees in Mist Yellowstone by Anita Erdmann by fineartamerica.com

This was longer than normal – thanks for reading! Next week more on life in the village, and the restoration of Bull Elk’s family. Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

The Lost Son – Part III

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via flickr

Microfiction

Bull Elk did not say a word as the men quickly moved through the forest. He knew that all of this was his fault, and it was all he could do to hold himself together. He was torn up inside and he knew it. Why was he so stupid last night? Somehow he found the courage to apologize to his wife before they left. She said nothing but shook her head “yes”. He loved his wife more than anything on this earth, but he had caused her great pain. He hated himself. He knew it would be a long time before they embraced again. She had every right to leave him, according to their custom. At least if they died out here, trying to find his son, he did what he could to make peace with his wife. At least he had done one thing right.

And now it was time to find his son, before it was too late, before they all froze to death and there would be no asking for his forgiveness. He didn’t usually pray but Bull Elk prayed for help from the Creator. They moved swiftly, and made good time following the trail of Talking Eagle. They found themselves at a group of very large rocks, where they climbed and surveyed the land. There was a creek and thick brush up ahead. It was very clear that the trail of Talking Eagle went into the thick brush. They all looked at each other, and knew that it would be tough going from here.

By the time Talking Eagle made it to the other side of the thick brush he had no idea where he was. To be honest though, he didn’t care. He was away from his father and all the pain of the village. He came to a clearing and decided to rest. He also needed to do something about his feet. They were wet and cold, very cold. He took off the many layers of buckskin, and replaced them with fresh ones, after drying off his feet. He did have sense enough to prepare for this, but he was starting to become concerned about the extreme temperatures.

He built a fire, which was not easy, just before the sun began setting. In the distance he heard aWolf 1 wolf howling, which sent chills down his spine. He decided to do something his father had taught him, and that was to dig a pit in the earth, and put heavy logs over top of him, once he was in it. The pit would protect him from the wolves but there was no way to have a fire, once he was inside. He might freeze to death. It was either the fire and probably facing the wolves, or sleeping in the pit. Either way he might die.

Oh no! As he started digging he realized the earth was frozen, which ruined his knife. It was slow going, but he made it deep enough, to move the earth with his hands. At the same time, he had to keep the fire going. Wolves did not like fire. Off in the distance he saw several sets of eyes. They were not people eyes, and they were not friendly. He would have to move quickly to get the large logs.

The logs were so big he had to roll them into place. Then he put more wood on the fire, and kept digging. He could see forms moving in the forest, shadows really. He guessed there were 4 or maybe 5 of them, pacing back and forth, looking for the right time to attack. He worked quickly, but not quickly enough. The wolves became bold and showed themselves. He began throwing burning pieces of wood at them which held them at bay.

Once he had the pit deep enough, he got in and said goodbye to the fire. He might be saying goodbye to life, and for the first time he realized that coming out here by his self was not a good idea.

The men had a tough time getting through the brush. Most of them were cut or scratched on their faces, and then on their hands as they tried to protect themselves. Seven Hawks got the worst of it, as he tried moving his huge frame through branches that hit him like ropes with knives on them. He gave up trying to protect himself, and barreled through like a buffalo in a corn field.

By dark, they had made it through the brush, but they had lost the trail of Talking Eagle long ago. There was no sign of the young man, and they had no choice but to build a fire, in order to stay alive. Was that a wolf? Night Scene

 This weekend the conclusion of The Lost Son, and some poetry!

Thanks for reading! Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

The Lost Son – Part II

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He made his way to the forest, and had gone inside of it, through a trail that Two Wolves had shown him. Once he was in the forest for a while, the sun was beginning to rise, and he could see everything clearly. Up and over logs, around rocks, down into a ravine, and up the other side he went. As he traveled he noticed deer tracks. There were two – no three – deer not far up ahead according to what the trail was telling him. He thought about hunting, but no, he needed to get deep into the forest and away from the village.

It was bitter cold, some of the worst he had seen, and that was another reason to keep moving. He was still being driven by what he felt inside, but he knew he would have to build a fire by nightfall in order to survive. This was the kind of weather that could kill a man.

The trail ended at a large group of boulders, which he climbed. At the top he could see nothing but trees, and a small creek. This is where he wanted to be, the deep forest. No one would find him now. There was some thick brush that would be difficult to get through and that is exactly where he went.

At the village, it took a while for his mother to realize he had left. When she woke both her husband and Talking Eagle were not in the lodge, and she thought maybe they had gone out to talk. She prayed that there would be healing in her family. Her heart ached and tears filled her eyes. A short time later though, Bull Elk came inside and stared at her. He looked terrified. He did not say, good morning, or I’m sorry, he stammered, “I cannot find him, our son is gone”. Her mouth dropped open and her heart sank. He continued, “I’ve looked everywhere, the trail he left is headed for the forest”.

Bison in SnowThey both ran to the lodge of Standing on the Mountain, and the village sprang into action once the word had spread. There was no reason to ask why, or how did this happen? The people knew already, but more importantly they judged no one, and only wanted to help in some way. A group of men volunteered to go into the forest without horses, including all of the Grie men. They were Seven Hawks, and his son Wild Horse, Strong Bear, Buffalo Talker, and the boy’s father, Bull Elk.

Standing on the Mountain thought for a moment, as they were all assembled together, and asked Bull Elk if any Grie men needed to stay in the village. Bull Elk was having trouble facing the people, but he looked up and said, “The Grie people are safe here among the Tsi, and we know that”.

Most of the Tsi men also wanted to go looking for the young man, but not everyone should go. Hawk in the Sky mentioned that the group needed to be small, because of the thickness of the brush in the forest. Fifteen year old Two Wolves spoke up, and said, “I should go. I know the forest better than anyone. Besides, Talking Eagle is my friend.” It was true on both counts, and everyone knew it.

It was decided that 8 men would go, the 5 Grie men, Standing on the Mountain, Hawk in the Sky, and Two Wolves. Songbird was scared for Two Wolves, and she told him so when she had the chance. They were too young to be married, but they were very much in love. He embraced her, and told her he would be back, but he needed to help a friend. She shook her head yes. No one objected to their embracing, in fact it was expected. After all, the Creator had put these two together.

The men left quickly, and were in the forest in no time, led by the young man Two Wolves. Standing on the Mountain couldn’t help thinking, how remarkable this young man was. Here he was just fifteen, and he was leading the men.

According to the trail, Talking Eagle was about 3-4 hours ahead of them.

Dawn Snow

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The Lost Son Part III, next time! Peace to you!

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Mountains

River 1

Let’s go back to the mountains,

even if it’s for a short time,

I need to have my mind and soul restored,

we can hold hands,

and have the sun warm our faces,

maybe we could sprout some wings,

and go far, far beyond,

the problems of this world.

But hold on to me,

once I’m soaring again,

I may not want to come back down,

you and I

wing to wing,

flying.

 Osprey Portrait

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Song Bird

Native American

 

Microfiction

The mother of Song Bird prayed for her daughter all night that night. Running Doe had already lost one child, and she was not about to lose another one. At first she went outside and sensed the earth, feeling the worry leave her body, she felt lighter. She then went into the lodge and held Song Bird close, stroking her hair, and talking to her softly. Her husband Spotted Bull, was holding his daughter’s hand. He seldom showed emotion, but this night was different, tears streamed down his face.

The next day there was a meeting of the counsel. Hawk in the Sky was there, along with their spiritual leader, Standing on the Mountain. The old man Lone Horse was also there, with Spotted Bull, Two Eagles, Wolf, and Whirlwind. They smoked the pipe, and Hawk in the Sky shared his ideas for leading the people. The others listened. There were a few questions about how they would share responsibility, but no one objected. They would all lead as a group, but first they needed to take the whole matter to the people, and hear what they had to say about it.

One week later Song Bird was up and moving around, but she was still not allowed to play with the other children yet. Running Doe smiled as she handed her daughter another bowl of stew. Spotted Bull was content as they sat around the fire, and talked quietly. He commented to his wife, that there was a great peace among the people now.

Sunset

 

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